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 Mali and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Stockholm.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Lucky Dragons to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
The Grass Roots,
The Mummies,
Yusef Lateef,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Camouflage,
Pierre Henry,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scan 7,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jeff Mills,
Thompson Twins,
Qualms,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Skatalites,
Sex Pistols,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mandrill,
Yaz,
Sun City Girls,
Rapeman,
Agent Orange,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Angels of Light,
Mars,
Flamin' Groovies,
World's Most,
Bobby Sherman,
Derrick Morgan,
Au Pairs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Loose Ends,
The Sound,
The Monks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Shoche,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ten City,
Eden Ahbez,
Silicon Teens,
Fluxion,
The Wake,
Warsaw,
Mission of Burma,
Fat Boys,
Steve Hackett,
Funkadelic,
DNA,
The Move,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Gap Band,
Von Mondo,
Roy Ayers,
Bronski Beat,
Michelle Simonal,
Deadbeat,
Procol Harum,
Sugar Minott,
Althea and Donna,
Circle Jerks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.