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 Syria and from Shanghai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 The Searchers to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Chrome,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ronan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sarah Menescal,
Pantytec,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eurythmics,
These Immortal Souls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Golliwogs,
Loose Ends,
Sun Ra,
Pagans,
Wasted Youth,
Patti Smith,
The Knickerbockers,
Jeff Lynne,
Josef K,
E-Dancer,
The Skatalites,
Scratch Acid,
Amon Düül,
Scott Walker,
Harmonia,
Lightning Bolt,
Bobby Byrd,
Bush Tetras,
Vladislav Delay,
Can,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Das Ding,
Tres Demented,
Eden Ahbez,
X-101,
Oneida,
Prince Buster,
John Foxx,
Bronski Beat,
Sparks,
New Age Steppers,
Animal Collective,
Wire,
Matthew Halsall,
The Index,
Glenn Branca,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Faraquet,
China Crisis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Big Daddy Kane,
The Sonics,
Grey Daturas,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Stereo Dub,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.