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 Ukraine and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Toronto.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Fortunes to the jazz 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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cluster,
the Normal,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fluxion,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mary Jane Girls,
Drexciya,
Groovy Waters,
Kurtis Blow,
Camberwell Now,
Agent Orange,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Saccharine Trust,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Offenders,
Sixth Finger,
Make Up,
Public Enemy,
Black Moon,
Clear Light,
Fear,
Bluetip,
The Kinks,
The Fuzztones,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pierre Henry,
The Wake,
Spandau Ballet,
The Count Five,
The Electric Prunes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Franke,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lungfish,
Scott Walker,
The Angels of Light,
Half Japanese,
Toni Rubio,
Aswad,
Avey Tare,
Schoolly D,
David Axelrod,
Joe Smooth,
The Walker Brothers,
Sonic Youth,
Wolf Eyes,
Reagan Youth,
FM Einheit,
Flash Fearless,
Black Flag,
Loose Ends,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.