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 Uganda and from Johannesburg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jesper Dahlback to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Todd Rundgren,
Brick,
The Toasters,
Dual Sessions,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Joy Division,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Spoonie Gee,
Johnny Clarke,
Con Funk Shun,
The Detroit Cobras,
Negative Approach,
Cal Tjader,
The Doors,
Oneida,
Avey Tare,
The Gun Club,
Marc Almond,
June Days,
Robert Görl,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bob Dylan,
The Electric Prunes,
Rapeman,
Grey Daturas,
Lindisfarne,
Rekid,
Mad Mike,
K-Klass,
Wally Richardson,
Absolute Body Control,
Scratch Acid,
Warren Ellis,
The Leaves,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Saccharine Trust,
Mary Jane Girls,
Angry Samoans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
cv313,
Marmalade,
Amon Düül,
Ultimate Spinach,
Barbara Tucker,
The Gladiators,
The Blackbyrds,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Wake,
Mission of Burma,
The Searchers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ponytail,
Crash Course in Science,
Junior Murvin,
The Motions,
Fear,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
John Coltrane,
James White and The Blacks,
Sugar Minott,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.