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 Syria and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Woodstock.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Nik Kershaw to the grime 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
R.M.O.,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Aural Exciters,
Slick Rick,
Public Enemy,
Ultra Naté,
Maurizio,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Average White Band,
Deakin,
Cybotron,
Nas,
The Cramps,
The Walker Brothers,
the Germs,
Kas Product,
The Velvet Underground,
Khruangbin,
Chris Corsano,
The Electric Prunes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
China Crisis,
Wasted Youth,
The United States of America,
Monolake,
Matthew Bourne,
Laurel Aitken,
The Human League,
The Busters,
Colin Newman,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Los Fastidios,
Vladislav Delay,
Hardrive,
Babytalk,
Lucky Dragons,
Blake Baxter,
The Wake,
Dave Gahan,
Circle Jerks,
Johnny Osbourne,
John Cale,
Marvin Gaye,
the Soft Cell,
Severed Heads,
Terrestrial Tones,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Das Ding,
Animal Collective,
cv313,
Marcia Griffiths,
Terry Callier,
Depeche Mode,
Yellowson,
In Retrospect,
Carl Craig,
Moss Icon,
Aswad,
Barrington Levy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Zero Boys,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.