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 Mozambique and from Bologna.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe 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 Lalo Schifrin to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Kas Product,
Blake Baxter,
Pagans,
Agent Orange,
Soft Machine,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nirvana,
The Slackers,
Neil Young,
Fugazi,
Absolute Body Control,
Nico,
Scion,
Tim Buckley,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Stiv Bators,
Theoretical Girls,
Pere Ubu,
Main Source,
Alton Ellis,
The Cowsills,
The Gap Band,
Country Teasers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Funkadelic,
Chris & Cosey,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Real Kids,
The Stooges,
Talk Talk,
The Mummies,
Eurythmics,
Warren Ellis,
Tubeway Army,
Bootsy Collins,
Wire,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ralphi Rosario,
Hardrive,
Lindisfarne,
Derrick May,
Brothers Johnson,
Aloha Tigers,
Drexciya,
Subhumans,
Severed Heads,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
AZ,
Animal Collective,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eddi Front,
The Shadows of Knight,
Robert Wyatt,
Circle Jerks,
A Certain Ratio,
The Fire Engines,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pantaleimon,
Hot Snakes,
Symarip,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.