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 Fiji and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Public Enemy to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Nirvana,
The Real Kids,
Dual Sessions,
Marmalade,
Rakim,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bluetip,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Albert Ayler,
John Coltrane,
Q and Not U,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Cowsills,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Essential Logic,
Suburban Knight,
Jandek,
Groovy Waters,
AZ,
Japan,
The Sound,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Yazoo,
Pussy Galore,
Derrick Morgan,
Amon Düül II,
Althea and Donna,
Monks,
The Durutti Column,
Young Marble Giants,
A Certain Ratio,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Graham Central Station,
Inner City,
Camberwell Now,
The Wake,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cameo,
Los Fastidios,
Negative Approach,
Youth Brigade,
Mr. Review,
Quando Quango,
Terrestrial Tones,
Buzzcocks,
Bootsy Collins,
The Fall,
Faust,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Germs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Laurel Aitken,
Ralphi Rosario,
Patti Smith,
Tom Boy,
The Cure,
Trumans Water,
Newcleus,
Sam Rivers,
The Smoke,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.