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 United Kingdom 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Maleditus Sound to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Pere Ubu,
Cheater Slicks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
D'Angelo,
Delta 5,
Symarip,
Tom Boy,
Y Pants,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Barrington Levy,
cv313,
the Normal,
London Community Gospel Choir,
La Düsseldorf,
Khruangbin,
Gang Gang Dance,
B.T. Express,
Anthony Braxton,
June of 44,
Royal Trux,
Flipper,
Surgeon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Gories,
The Barracudas,
The Toasters,
Underground Resistance,
Terry Callier,
Pantaleimon,
Spoonie Gee,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Second Layer,
Gichy Dan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
China Crisis,
Janne Schatter,
The Names,
Quantec,
Bill Wells,
Bob Dylan,
Model 500,
Jandek,
Kayak,
Theoretical Girls,
Unwound,
Isaac Hayes,
Barbara Tucker,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Gap Band,
Suburban Knight,
The Black Dice,
Ossler,
Piero Umiliani,
Harry Pussy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ornette Coleman,
Public Enemy,
Shoche,
This Heat,
The Dirtbombs,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.