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 Namibia and from Glasgow.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb 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 Bluetip to the jazz 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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
The Happenings,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pussy Galore,
Unwound,
Clear Light,
Pet Shop Boys,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Faust,
Gang Starr,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nico,
Kaleidoscope,
Motorama,
PIL,
Rufus Thomas,
June of 44,
Nation of Ulysses,
Yusef Lateef,
Boz Scaggs,
The Skatalites,
John Holt,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tomorrow,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Derrick May,
Idris Muhammad,
Hoover,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Black Moon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Swell Maps,
Amazonics,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wally Richardson,
Prince Buster,
Monolake,
Quando Quango,
the Sonics,
Depeche Mode,
Banda Bassotti,
Cybotron,
Bob Dylan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Colin Newman,
The Dead C,
Roxette,
Harmonia,
Rosa Yemen,
Wasted Youth,
Radiohead,
Whodini,
Sight & Sound,
Matthew Bourne,
Ludus,
Mark Hollis,
Cecil Taylor,
Hashim,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.