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 Tanzania and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Todd Rundgren to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Henry Cow,
Soul II Soul,
Stetsasonic,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Boz Scaggs,
The Index,
The Smoke,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gang of Four,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gichy Dan,
Ossler,
Brass Construction,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Cramps,
the Fania All-Stars,
Minny Pops,
Cybotron,
Zero Boys,
Bill Near,
Soft Machine,
Television,
Brothers Johnson,
Sugar Minott,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Dead C,
Q65,
Eden Ahbez,
Shuggie Otis,
Alison Limerick,
Mars,
Rotary Connection,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Whodini,
the Human League,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lalann,
LL Cool J,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Stiv Bators,
The Gun Club,
The Electric Prunes,
David Bowie,
Scott Walker,
Sister Nancy,
Blake Baxter,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Heaven 17,
Dorothy Ashby,
Grey Daturas,
Gong,
Black Flag,
Can,
Amon Düül II,
Lower 48,
Deakin,
Eli Mardock,
Moss Icon,
Laurel Aitken,
Lakeside,
Roy Ayers,
The Victims,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.