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 Suriname and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin 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 Skriet to the funk 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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
The Dead C,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rekid,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gang of Four,
Television,
Neil Young,
Barclay James Harvest,
Guru Guru,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fat Boys,
Swans,
Radiopuhelimet,
Max Romeo,
The Misunderstood,
The Evens,
Flipper,
Spoonie Gee,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Robert Wyatt,
Crash Course in Science,
Tomorrow,
Easy Going,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Soul II Soul,
Surgeon,
Pantaleimon,
La Düsseldorf,
Underground Resistance,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Detroit Cobras,
DJ Style,
Zapp,
Big Daddy Kane,
Laurel Aitken,
Soft Machine,
Desert Stars,
Funky Four + One,
Clear Light,
Johnny Clarke,
The Cure,
Scientists,
Lungfish,
the Soft Cell,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Audionom,
Anthony Braxton,
Parry Music,
Television Personalities,
Trumans Water,
Circle Jerks,
Cheater Slicks,
Malaria!,
Girls At Our Best!,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Matthew Halsall,
Gang Gang Dance,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ten City,
The Shadows of Knight,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.