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 Sri Lanka and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Spoonie Gee to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Erykah Badu,
Severed Heads,
Pantaleimon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sällskapet,
Circle Jerks,
Bang On A Can,
The Count Five,
Lee Hazlewood,
Boz Scaggs,
Camberwell Now,
Yazoo,
Clear Light,
Easy Going,
Archie Shepp,
The Sound,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Brick,
Bobby Sherman,
Absolute Body Control,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Zeros,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Alton Ellis,
DJ Sneak,
The Martian,
10cc,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fela Kuti,
David Axelrod,
Jawbox,
These Immortal Souls,
Maleditus Sound,
Cheater Slicks,
Altered Images,
The Toasters,
The Pretty Things,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Real Kids,
Sly & The Family Stone,
L. Decosne,
E-Dancer,
Little Man,
Urselle,
Crispy Ambulance,
Television Personalities,
Roxy Music,
Hot Snakes,
Adolescents,
Derrick May,
Crispian St. Peters,
Susan Cadogan,
Talk Talk,
Bootsy Collins,
James White and The Blacks,
Minnie Riperton,
Ten City,
Rosa Yemen,
Arcadia,
Sixth Finger,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.