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 Samoa and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 John Lydon to the grunge 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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Bill Wells,
Gang Green,
Interpol,
Soulsonic Force,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Echospace,
The Invisible,
The Happenings,
Aswad,
Slave,
Talk Talk,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Swell Maps,
Deakin,
Arab on Radar,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dark Day,
Sällskapet,
AZ,
Ultravox,
Letta Mbulu,
Neil Young,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Smiths,
Pulsallama,
The Divine Comedy,
Marc Almond,
Suicide,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sandy B,
DNA,
The Blackbyrds,
Janne Schatter,
Chris Corsano,
Carl Craig,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Schoolly D,
Con Funk Shun,
Boredoms,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Camberwell Now,
Wolf Eyes,
Tomorrow,
Quando Quango,
Cheater Slicks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Newcleus,
The Skatalites,
Popol Vuh,
Young Marble Giants,
Archie Shepp,
Ronnie Foster,
The Residents,
The Young Rascals,
Skaos,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Negative Approach,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
X-Ray Spex,
Au Pairs,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.