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 New Zealand and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sun Ra to the techno 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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
The United States of America,
the Bar-Kays,
Sun Ra,
Bill Wells,
Agitation Free,
The Vogues,
Television Personalities,
Bill Near,
Peter & Gordon,
Little Man,
Gichy Dan,
Steve Hackett,
Ultra Naté,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Alison Limerick,
The Stooges,
Byron Stingily,
Franke,
Robert Hood,
Quantec,
The Zeros,
Marvin Gaye,
China Crisis,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tropical Tobacco,
Arcadia,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Count Five,
Curtis Mayfield,
Josef K,
Ice-T,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Music Machine,
The Pretty Things,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Association,
Rod Modell,
Dark Day,
Andrew Hill,
U.S. Maple,
Roxy Music,
Ultravox,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Slits,
Joyce Sims,
Sonny Sharrock,
Aloha Tigers,
Ohio Players,
Amazonics,
Whodini,
The Neon Judgement,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eurythmics,
Barry Ungar,
Ronnie Foster,
The J.B.'s,
Warren Ellis,
Duran Duran,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.