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 Lithuania and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Erasure to the grunge 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Half Japanese,
Deakin,
The Happenings,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sight & Sound,
Icehouse,
Cecil Taylor,
Chris & Cosey,
Bobby Womack,
Sound Behaviour,
The Blues Magoos,
The Music Machine,
Skarface,
The Moleskins,
Hasil Adkins,
Severed Heads,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sixth Finger,
Ohio Players,
New York Dolls,
CMW,
Ossler,
Mr. Review,
Ralphi Rosario,
Quantec,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Cramps,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Victims,
China Crisis,
The Trojans,
Main Source,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Black Flag,
Donny Hathaway,
Gabor Szabo,
John Lydon,
One Last Wish,
Althea and Donna,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Model 500,
Spoonie Gee,
Idris Muhammad,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Man Parrish,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dennis Brown,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Malaria!,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Roxy Music,
Aural Exciters,
Junior Murvin,
X-Ray Spex,
Maleditus Sound,
Agent Orange,
Minutemen,
The Last Poets,
Altered Images,
The Divine Comedy,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.