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 Kuwait 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar 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 Jerry's Kids to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
U.S. Maple,
Anthony Braxton,
Ohio Players,
Sex Pistols,
Ronan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
James White and The Blacks,
Symarip,
Parry Music,
Barbara Tucker,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Birthday Party,
Ultra Naté,
Siglo XX,
D'Angelo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rakim,
Fugazi,
The Offenders,
Hasil Adkins,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eric Dolphy,
Derrick May,
Procol Harum,
Isaac Hayes,
Connie Case,
Sonic Youth,
Toni Rubio,
Delta 5,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Black Moon,
Pere Ubu,
Glenn Branca,
David McCallum,
Faraquet,
Aaron Thompson,
Urselle,
Stetsasonic,
Aswad,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eve St. Jones,
Japan,
Lou Reed,
Heaven 17,
Q and Not U,
Chrome,
Von Mondo,
Bobby Womack,
The Evens,
Sugar Minott,
In Retrospect,
DNA,
Ten City,
Funky Four + One,
Carl Craig,
the Slits,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.