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 Kiribati and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Milan.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Harry Pussy to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sixth Finger,
The Music Machine,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Fugs,
The Tremeloes,
John Lydon,
These Immortal Souls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Quadrant,
Deadbeat,
Alice Coltrane,
Banda Bassotti,
Gang Starr,
John Foxx,
the Human League,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Henry Cow,
Stetsasonic,
John Coltrane,
The Toasters,
Heaven 17,
Barrington Levy,
The Happenings,
Robert Hood,
Drexciya,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Misunderstood,
Blancmange,
Scientists,
John Cale,
Rosa Yemen,
Cameo,
Cheater Slicks,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Pretty Things,
A Certain Ratio,
Fad Gadget,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Television Personalities,
Joe Finger,
The Invisible,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Flash Fearless,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Urselle,
Youth Brigade,
The Busters,
The Young Rascals,
Tubeway Army,
Scrapy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Amon Düül,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wings,
Ice-T,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.