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 Belize and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Move to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
The Invisible,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Stetsasonic,
Roxette,
the Association,
Archie Shepp,
Prince Buster,
Stiv Bators,
The Index,
Nas,
Mo-Dettes,
Skaos,
Banda Bassotti,
Severed Heads,
The Divine Comedy,
T. Rex,
Mark Hollis,
Dennis Brown,
Parry Music,
The J.B.'s,
The Martian,
The Smoke,
Moebius,
Robert Hood,
Organ,
The Flesh Eaters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Youth Brigade,
KRS-One,
The Five Americans,
Pierre Henry,
Hasil Adkins,
The Dirtbombs,
Crime,
Morten Harket,
Anakelly,
Ossler,
PIL,
Sound Behaviour,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Darondo,
Spoonie Gee,
Patti Smith,
The Red Krayola,
The Neon Judgement,
Hoover,
Magma,
Yusef Lateef,
Boz Scaggs,
Max Romeo,
Rod Modell,
Lucky Dragons,
The Fall,
Main Source,
Byron Stingily,
48th St. Collective,
Bronski Beat,
Idris Muhammad,
Agitation Free,
Marine Girls,
Glenn Branca,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.