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 Marshall Islands and from London.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Jeff Mills to the crunk 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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke 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?
FM Einheit,
Todd Rundgren,
Fela Kuti,
Newcleus,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Fall,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Liliput,
Kaleidoscope,
These Immortal Souls,
Bootsy Collins,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Stereo Dub,
Black Bananas,
The United States of America,
Faust,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Trojans,
Bill Wells,
Cymande,
The Associates,
Parry Music,
Arcadia,
Subhumans,
Duran Duran,
Johnny Osbourne,
Vladislav Delay,
Spoonie Gee,
The Martian,
the Association,
Lightning Bolt,
H. Thieme,
Josef K,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Names,
Icehouse,
The Dead C,
A Certain Ratio,
Matthew Bourne,
Peter and Kerry,
Andrew Hill,
Nick Fraelich,
Reuben Wilson,
Technova,
Adolescents,
Black Moon,
Desert Stars,
Sex Pistols,
Johnny Clarke,
This Heat,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Yellowson,
Das Ding,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
June Days,
Bob Dylan,
Smog,
Tomorrow,
Yaz,
Wasted Youth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Warsaw,
Grandmaster Flash,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.