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 Tajikistan and from Stockholm.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin 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 Junior Murvin to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Franke,
Gang Starr,
Lungfish,
MDC,
Groovy Waters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Associates,
The Buckinghams,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Red Krayola,
Slick Rick,
Smog,
Nik Kershaw,
The Gun Club,
X-101,
The Dave Clark Five,
Morten Harket,
Traffic Nightmare,
Byron Stingily,
Porter Ricks,
Pussy Galore,
Outsiders,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Danielle Patucci,
Aaron Thompson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pole,
Pantaleimon,
Donald Byrd,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Unwound,
The American Breed,
The Wake,
Average White Band,
Kayak,
Matthew Bourne,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Barrington Levy,
The Blackbyrds,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Amon Düül II,
Bill Near,
Scan 7,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pylon,
Anakelly,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rod Modell,
John Coltrane,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Oneida,
Johnny Clarke,
Jandek,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Junior Murvin,
Young Marble Giants,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rakim,
The United States of America,
Hasil Adkins,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.