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 Guinea and from London.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Oblivians to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Tommy Roe,
Little Man,
The Evens,
Johnny Osbourne,
It's A Beautiful Day,
U.S. Maple,
Siglo XX,
The Fuzztones,
Kas Product,
Animal Collective,
Jandek,
X-Ray Spex,
The Black Dice,
Nico,
The Associates,
Matthew Halsall,
Agent Orange,
The Sonics,
Drexciya,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Skaos,
The Fortunes,
cv313,
Royal Trux,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
T. Rex,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Piero Umiliani,
New York Dolls,
The Remains,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Archie Shepp,
Eddi Front,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tres Demented,
the Bar-Kays,
Stereo Dub,
Zero Boys,
Tomorrow,
Bizarre Inc.,
Susan Cadogan,
David Bowie,
Reagan Youth,
Eric Dolphy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Soul II Soul,
Marvin Gaye,
Pole,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Motions,
PIL,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
DJ Sneak,
The Standells,
Das Ding,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mission of Burma,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sight & Sound,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.