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 Bahrain and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bill Near to the rock 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Freddie Wadling,
Kayak,
Lebanon Hanover,
Glenn Branca,
Crime,
Maurizio,
Susan Cadogan,
June Days,
Ponytail,
Eric B and Rakim,
Soulsonic Force,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Man Parrish,
The United States of America,
Johnny Clarke,
Thee Headcoats,
Tommy Roe,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jimmy McGriff,
Schoolly D,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Gun Club,
The Busters,
Josef K,
the Human League,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ralphi Rosario,
LL Cool J,
The Fortunes,
Warren Ellis,
These Immortal Souls,
T.S.O.L.,
The Young Rascals,
Kurtis Blow,
The Last Poets,
Cymande,
Kool Moe Dee,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Babytalk,
Colin Newman,
Stiv Bators,
The Cowsills,
Sarah Menescal,
Black Flag,
Altered Images,
H. Thieme,
Crash Course in Science,
China Crisis,
Unwound,
The American Breed,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lalann,
Kerrie Biddell,
Anakelly,
Suburban Knight,
Ice-T,
Goldenarms,
Moebius,
CMW,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.