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 Burkina and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Camberwell Now to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Count Five,
Wasted Youth,
Public Enemy,
Stiv Bators,
The United States of America,
Avey Tare,
U.S. Maple,
Skarface,
Soulsonic Force,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Agent Orange,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Visage,
Franke,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
New Age Steppers,
Technova,
Alison Limerick,
The Monochrome Set,
Deadbeat,
Graham Central Station,
Television Personalities,
The Knickerbockers,
The Offenders,
James White and The Blacks,
Shuggie Otis,
Sound Behaviour,
Aswad,
Cluster,
Simply Red,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Animal Collective,
Nico,
Lakeside,
Nirvana,
Dark Day,
Q65,
Groovy Waters,
the Sonics,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Martian,
The Trojans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
E-Dancer,
Silicon Teens,
Mark Hollis,
Todd Terry,
Nas,
Metal Thangz,
Traffic Nightmare,
Soft Machine,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Roxette,
David Bowie,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Oblivians,
D'Angelo,
Colin Newman,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.