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 Pakistan and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe 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 Johnny Osbourne to the techno 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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nick Fraelich,
Josef K,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Music Machine,
John Lydon,
The Cramps,
Q and Not U,
48th St. Collective,
Radio Birdman,
DJ Style,
Flash Fearless,
Massinfluence,
Vladislav Delay,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ituana,
The Toasters,
Bobby Byrd,
Yazoo,
Siglo XX,
Darondo,
Max Romeo,
The Move,
Smog,
the Swans,
Black Moon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Delta 5,
Ten City,
Iggy Pop,
Duran Duran,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dawn Penn,
Kayak,
Pantytec,
David Bowie,
Mars,
Sight & Sound,
Todd Rundgren,
The Saints,
Tommy Roe,
Drive Like Jehu,
ABBA,
Lakeside,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Reuben Wilson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Man Parrish,
Al Stewart,
Make Up,
Marmalade,
Lucky Dragons,
the Bar-Kays,
Oblivians,
Patti Smith,
Warsaw,
Carl Craig,
PIL,
Zero Boys,
Eric B and Rakim,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.