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 Lesotho and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Marmalade to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants 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 mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Boz Scaggs,
Cluster,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Leaves,
Little Man,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Von Mondo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Raincoats,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sandy B,
Dawn Penn,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sonny Sharrock,
Flash Fearless,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
T.S.O.L.,
Dorothy Ashby,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Alice Coltrane,
The Offenders,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Animal Collective,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Blossom Toes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mad Mike,
The Barracudas,
Jesper Dahlback,
Donald Byrd,
Cybotron,
Lakeside,
June of 44,
Soft Cell,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gong,
Marc Almond,
Ken Boothe,
Cecil Taylor,
Peter & Gordon,
Franke,
Wally Richardson,
the Swans,
Albert Ayler,
The Five Americans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rufus Thomas,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Freddie Wadling,
Smog,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Unrelated Segments,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Blues Magoos,
Pagans,
A Certain Ratio,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.