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 Ukraine and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Avey Tare to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Susan Cadogan,
Alison Limerick,
The Stooges,
Soft Machine,
Dark Day,
Roxy Music,
The Grass Roots,
Brothers Johnson,
Shuggie Otis,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
X-Ray Spex,
The Tremeloes,
Sixth Finger,
The Star Department,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Boredoms,
Visage,
Isaac Hayes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Hasil Adkins,
Banda Bassotti,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gang Gang Dance,
Avey Tare,
Steve Hackett,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Albert Ayler,
The Slackers,
The Motions,
Cymande,
The Birthday Party,
Gichy Dan,
Aloha Tigers,
Oblivians,
Peter & Gordon,
Bang On A Can,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Fortunes,
Jawbox,
E-Dancer,
Pere Ubu,
the Human League,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Doors,
Roy Ayers,
10cc,
Harry Pussy,
Idris Muhammad,
The Kinks,
Ossler,
Derrick May,
Wings,
Kerrie Biddell,
Altered Images,
Absolute Body Control,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Masters at Work,
Bad Manners,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.