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 Dominican Republic and from Mexico City.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 linndrum 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band 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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Alarm Clocks,
Roxette,
Malaria!,
Parry Music,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Grauzone,
Shuggie Otis,
X-101,
Marshall Jefferson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ossler,
Eve St. Jones,
Pulsallama,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Livin' Joy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joensuu 1685,
Anakelly,
Blossom Toes,
Wings,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Banda Bassotti,
The Fortunes,
10cc,
Aswad,
Siglo XX,
the Swans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Monolake,
Erasure,
One Last Wish,
Moebius,
Depeche Mode,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Brand Nubian,
The Raincoats,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Buckinghams,
Deadbeat,
Johnny Clarke,
Peter and Kerry,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Essential Logic,
Harry Pussy,
Scratch Acid,
Alphaville,
D'Angelo,
Warsaw,
Drexciya,
Tommy Roe,
Lindisfarne,
Gichy Dan,
The Barracudas,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ronnie Foster,
Youth Brigade,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Television Personalities,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.