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 Cameroon and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tehran.
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 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 Agent Orange to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Crime,
Marine Girls,
Moss Icon,
The Gap Band,
Can,
Davy DMX,
Mandrill,
Letta Mbulu,
Althea and Donna,
Banda Bassotti,
Saccharine Trust,
James White and The Blacks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Walker Brothers,
Nico,
Prince Buster,
X-102,
Moebius,
The Fugs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wolf Eyes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Stereo Dub,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Red Krayola,
The Gories,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Henry Cow,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dual Sessions,
Nirvana,
Spoonie Gee,
MDC,
Y Pants,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eurythmics,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Slick Rick,
The Busters,
Model 500,
Tom Boy,
The Last Poets,
Rod Modell,
Roxette,
Dead Boys,
X-Ray Spex,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ornette Coleman,
Arthur Verocai,
Symarip,
Fear,
Vladislav Delay,
Brick,
The Techniques,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scion,
Yusef Lateef,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.