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 Comoros and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Howard Jones,
Colin Newman,
Loose Ends,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Radio Birdman,
Rotary Connection,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rufus Thomas,
Popol Vuh,
Camberwell Now,
Minutemen,
Au Pairs,
The Red Krayola,
the Bar-Kays,
Donald Byrd,
John Coltrane,
H. Thieme,
John Holt,
The Vogues,
Pantytec,
Country Teasers,
Man Parrish,
Skarface,
Peter & Gordon,
This Heat,
The Real Kids,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Fire Engines,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Birthday Party,
Bootsy Collins,
The Gun Club,
Oneida,
Lyres,
Nik Kershaw,
Eli Mardock,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scott Walker,
Todd Rundgren,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Yaz,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Brand Nubian,
John Lydon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ralphi Rosario,
Frankie Knuckles,
John Cale,
China Crisis,
Roger Hodgson,
Tres Demented,
Pagans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gichy Dan,
New York Dolls,
James White and The Blacks,
Juan Atkins,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sun Ra,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Faust,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.