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 United Kingdom and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba 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 Flash Fearless to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Roxy Music,
Tomorrow,
Heaven 17,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Minnie Riperton,
Man Eating Sloth,
KRS-One,
Trumans Water,
Massinfluence,
Gang Gang Dance,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pantaleimon,
Harry Pussy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Minor Threat,
Funkadelic,
Hashim,
Malaria!,
Rekid,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pulsallama,
The Mummies,
Tres Demented,
Inner City,
Lungfish,
Underground Resistance,
Peter and Kerry,
Fluxion,
Faraquet,
The Associates,
Robert Hood,
Vladislav Delay,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Cowsills,
Derrick May,
Joey Negro,
Arcadia,
Boz Scaggs,
Franke,
Don Cherry,
Gil Scott Heron,
Quando Quango,
U.S. Maple,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scion,
The Fuzztones,
The Sonics,
Newcleus,
Silicon Teens,
Royal Trux,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Invisible,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jawbox,
Hasil Adkins,
Black Moon,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.