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 Gambia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kenny Larkin 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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sugar Minott,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Wake,
48th St. Collective,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Flamin' Groovies,
Visage,
Jacob Miller,
Underground Resistance,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Techniques,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Barracudas,
Brothers Johnson,
Judy Mowatt,
The Misunderstood,
The Red Krayola,
Blake Baxter,
The Grass Roots,
KRS-One,
The Monks,
The Pretty Things,
The Cramps,
La Düsseldorf,
F. McDonald,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
U.S. Maple,
The Walker Brothers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Stooges,
Black Moon,
Bang On A Can,
Eric Dolphy,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Mummies,
Maleditus Sound,
Marcia Griffiths,
K-Klass,
These Immortal Souls,
Monks,
Bluetip,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gang Gang Dance,
John Lydon,
Oblivians,
The Fortunes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Model 500,
Popol Vuh,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Prince Buster,
The Gap Band,
The Moody Blues,
Skaos,
Alice Coltrane,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Gichy Dan,
The Durutti Column,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.