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 Finland and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 rhodes 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Neu!,
The Five Americans,
Arcadia,
Freddie Wadling,
Ituana,
Make Up,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pere Ubu,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Slits,
Second Layer,
Quadrant,
Anthony Braxton,
L. Decosne,
Robert Görl,
Jawbox,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Litter,
Warren Ellis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Vainqueur,
Ice-T,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Soul II Soul,
Lightning Bolt,
June Days,
The Pop Group,
Goldenarms,
Mr. Review,
Reuben Wilson,
Slave,
Electric Prunes,
Liliput,
Youth Brigade,
New Order,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tropical Tobacco,
Thompson Twins,
Wings,
Pet Shop Boys,
Saccharine Trust,
Spandau Ballet,
The Associates,
The Stooges,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eric Copeland,
Patti Smith,
Negative Approach,
the Bar-Kays,
The Tremeloes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Star Department,
Monks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Black Dice,
Khruangbin,
Mission of Burma,
Davy DMX,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.