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 Chile and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Five Americans to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Swans,
AZ,
Tommy Roe,
Half Japanese,
B.T. Express,
Todd Rundgren,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Charles Mingus,
Rakim,
Das Ding,
Model 500,
The Searchers,
Radio Birdman,
Marvin Gaye,
The Smiths,
Electric Prunes,
Anakelly,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
KRS-One,
Junior Murvin,
Khruangbin,
Aswad,
the Slits,
Rites of Spring,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Procol Harum,
The Busters,
Quando Quango,
Carl Craig,
Flash Fearless,
Curtis Mayfield,
David McCallum,
E-Dancer,
Sonic Youth,
Q65,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Prince Buster,
Severed Heads,
Simply Red,
PIL,
Faraquet,
The Flesh Eaters,
Maurizio,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ultravox,
Quantec,
Wolf Eyes,
Absolute Body Control,
Barbara Tucker,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eve St. Jones,
Ituana,
Idris Muhammad,
Alice Coltrane,
New Age Steppers,
These Immortal Souls,
Essential Logic,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Harry Pussy,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Human League,
F. McDonald,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.