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 Maldives and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ken Boothe to the rock 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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
The Moody Blues,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sex Pistols,
Jacob Miller,
John Coltrane,
Das Ding,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Residents,
Radiohead,
Panda Bear,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Dirtbombs,
Fugazi,
Deakin,
Delta 5,
Man Parrish,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Brand Nubian,
Pylon,
Infiniti,
Lou Reed,
Matthew Bourne,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sällskapet,
The Gun Club,
Dark Day,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Leaves,
Rotary Connection,
the Association,
Mandrill,
Aswad,
Barclay James Harvest,
Soulsonic Force,
Tears for Fears,
David Bowie,
Little Man,
Deadbeat,
The J.B.'s,
Shuggie Otis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Soft Machine,
Rosa Yemen,
Bill Wells,
The Knickerbockers,
PIL,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Youth Brigade,
Derrick Morgan,
David McCallum,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Hashim,
Mad Mike,
Anthony Braxton,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Thompson Twins,
Pole,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.