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 Comoros and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Kurtis Blow,
Yazoo,
Quando Quango,
Davy DMX,
Audionom,
Spandau Ballet,
Gang Green,
The Dirtbombs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Youth Brigade,
The Moody Blues,
The Pop Group,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Amazonics,
The Remains,
The J.B.'s,
Jeff Mills,
Reagan Youth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Seeds,
Kaleidoscope,
The Victims,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
X-101,
Graham Central Station,
Thompson Twins,
Lyres,
China Crisis,
Boogie Down Productions,
John Holt,
The Mummies,
Alison Limerick,
Easy Going,
Sight & Sound,
PIL,
Second Layer,
Porter Ricks,
Grauzone,
The Electric Prunes,
Angry Samoans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joensuu 1685,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ohio Players,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bobby Sherman,
Von Mondo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Glenn Branca,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Beau Brummels,
Roy Ayers,
Aaron Thompson,
Roxy Music,
DJ Sneak,
The Names,
Warsaw,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.