Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Mauritius and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Erykah Badu to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Kayak,
Sight & Sound,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fugazi,
Swell Maps,
Maurizio,
Bobby Sherman,
Lalo Schifrin,
X-Ray Spex,
Symarip,
Mad Mike,
Gang of Four,
The Fuzztones,
The Saints,
Desert Stars,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ultra Naté,
Neil Young,
Althea and Donna,
Michelle Simonal,
Youth Brigade,
The Gories,
Essential Logic,
Urselle,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Harry Pussy,
Swans,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bobby Byrd,
Pussy Galore,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Half Japanese,
Aswad,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Black Moon,
The Real Kids,
L. Decosne,
Joensuu 1685,
In Retrospect,
Country Teasers,
Nick Fraelich,
The Leaves,
Delta 5,
Public Enemy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Joy Division,
Cal Tjader,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joe Finger,
Todd Rundgren,
Eve St. Jones,
Index,
Sandy B,
The Standells,
Bootsy Collins,
X-101,
Cybotron,
Duran Duran,
The Raincoats,
Neu!,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.