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 Suriname and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and New York.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the electroclash 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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Camouflage,
Darondo,
Michelle Simonal,
Agitation Free,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Moody Blues,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Frankie Knuckles,
PIL,
Glenn Branca,
Neu!,
The Human League,
the Bar-Kays,
the Normal,
Roy Ayers,
June of 44,
Lalann,
Dennis Brown,
Suicide,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rotary Connection,
10cc,
Essential Logic,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lebanon Hanover,
La Düsseldorf,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Boz Scaggs,
Sun Ra,
the Soft Cell,
Wolf Eyes,
cv313,
Bill Near,
These Immortal Souls,
Negative Approach,
Audionom,
the Swans,
Dorothy Ashby,
Hasil Adkins,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pylon,
Grauzone,
Monks,
Sight & Sound,
Harpers Bizarre,
Goldenarms,
Magma,
Crispy Ambulance,
Section 25,
AZ,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fela Kuti,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Faust,
Marshall Jefferson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ronnie Foster,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.