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 Singapore and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Black Sheep to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Association. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ultra Naté,
Lakeside,
Unwound,
Eurythmics,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Seeds,
Donald Byrd,
The Star Department,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Flipper,
Ornette Coleman,
Basic Channel,
Gichy Dan,
Ultravox,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jacob Miller,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Normal,
Hashim,
Echospace,
Scan 7,
Robert Hood,
Absolute Body Control,
The Electric Prunes,
Gang of Four,
Ken Boothe,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
X-101,
The Monochrome Set,
Mandrill,
The Blackbyrds,
New Age Steppers,
Yazoo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Colin Newman,
Massinfluence,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bronski Beat,
Minny Pops,
Cameo,
Wally Richardson,
X-Ray Spex,
Gang Starr,
Visage,
Tommy Roe,
Sparks,
Laurel Aitken,
Kenny Larkin,
The Associates,
Lebanon Hanover,
Matthew Bourne,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Cure,
Anakelly,
Ossler,
The Pretty Things,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scion,
KRS-One,
Camberwell Now,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.