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 Haiti and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator 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 Pantytec to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
The Pretty Things,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
EPMD,
Ituana,
Motorama,
Chrome,
Magazine,
Japan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Soul II Soul,
the Swans,
Hasil Adkins,
Yaz,
The Gories,
Lindisfarne,
Eric Dolphy,
D'Angelo,
Matthew Bourne,
Godley & Creme,
Metal Thangz,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Star Department,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Cure,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fluxion,
Joe Finger,
Radiohead,
Outsiders,
The Grass Roots,
Kerri Chandler,
Sound Behaviour,
The United States of America,
cv313,
Television,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sugar Minott,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tres Demented,
Newcleus,
the Slits,
L. Decosne,
The Wake,
Warsaw,
Brothers Johnson,
Pulsallama,
Bobby Womack,
Blossom Toes,
Mr. Review,
Sun City Girls,
Funkadelic,
Moebius,
Todd Terry,
Nas,
Jawbox,
The Slackers,
The Move,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Deepchord,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.