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 Mali and from Milan.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ludus to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Litter. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Slick Rick,
Hasil Adkins,
John Cale,
Andrew Hill,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wings,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Roxy Music,
The Residents,
Althea and Donna,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
KRS-One,
E-Dancer,
The Leaves,
Youth Brigade,
Blossom Toes,
Scratch Acid,
D'Angelo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Hardrive,
Procol Harum,
K-Klass,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mo-Dettes,
Skriet,
Audionom,
Lightning Bolt,
Anakelly,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Surgeon,
Visage,
Amon Düül,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Stooges,
Whodini,
David Bowie,
Gang of Four,
Kas Product,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Brass Construction,
Darondo,
Wasted Youth,
Marmalade,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Swans,
Slave,
Deepchord,
X-101,
Alice Coltrane,
LL Cool J,
The Skatalites,
Minor Threat,
Aswad,
Dawn Penn,
Gerry Rafferty,
Alton Ellis,
Man Parrish,
Lindisfarne,
Ossler,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.