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 Serbia and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Infiniti to the electroclash 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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
The Fortunes,
Mad Mike,
Arthur Verocai,
Flash Fearless,
The Walker Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Suicide,
World's Most,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Monks,
Joe Smooth,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rakim,
Eric Dolphy,
kango's stein massive,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bobby Sherman,
John Cale,
Isaac Hayes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Man Parrish,
Boredoms,
D'Angelo,
Negative Approach,
Throbbing Gristle,
Johnny Osbourne,
Minnie Riperton,
Liliput,
Gang Starr,
Motorama,
Black Moon,
Magazine,
Popol Vuh,
Mantronix,
Marcia Griffiths,
DJ Sneak,
Von Mondo,
Crispy Ambulance,
This Heat,
Tropical Tobacco,
James White and The Blacks,
Marmalade,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tres Demented,
Public Enemy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Animal Collective,
K-Klass,
Barclay James Harvest,
Davy DMX,
Jeru the Damaja,
Easy Going,
Lower 48,
Steve Hackett,
Dead Boys,
Pantytec,
The Knickerbockers,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.