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 France and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 808 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 Youth Brigade to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Niagra,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kenny Larkin,
R.M.O.,
Pulsallama,
L. Decosne,
Joensuu 1685,
Ronan,
Reuben Wilson,
Trumans Water,
Bang On A Can,
Gang of Four,
The Moody Blues,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Zeros,
The Dead C,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Black Dice,
The Tremeloes,
The Wake,
Brass Construction,
Soft Machine,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Circle Jerks,
Marvin Gaye,
Kurtis Blow,
The Neon Judgement,
Prince Buster,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
K-Klass,
The Fall,
B.T. Express,
the Normal,
The Detroit Cobras,
Flamin' Groovies,
Arthur Verocai,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Alphaville,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Khruangbin,
Malaria!,
Excepter,
Accadde A,
Nik Kershaw,
Ten City,
Aloha Tigers,
Ituana,
James White and The Blacks,
X-Ray Spex,
Gil Scott Heron,
Urselle,
Stetsasonic,
Anakelly,
Bob Dylan,
Darondo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Parry Music,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.