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 Djibouti and from London.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Max Romeo,
Aswad,
Josef K,
Harmonia,
Public Image Ltd.,
Robert Hood,
Soulsonic Force,
Soft Machine,
Jeff Mills,
Rapeman,
Groovy Waters,
Lucky Dragons,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Oneida,
Angry Samoans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Faust,
Funky Four + One,
Ultravox,
Model 500,
The J.B.'s,
MC5,
Unrelated Segments,
UT,
Eddi Front,
Arab on Radar,
Rufus Thomas,
Danielle Patucci,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Darondo,
Oblivians,
Flipper,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eve St. Jones,
Derrick Morgan,
Pagans,
Prince Buster,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sällskapet,
Masters at Work,
Talk Talk,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Todd Terry,
Intrusion,
Rod Modell,
The Fire Engines,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Mojo Men,
Pussy Galore,
Quando Quango,
Brick,
Crispy Ambulance,
New York Dolls,
Flash Fearless,
a-ha,
David Bowie,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.