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 Vanuatu and from Accra.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum 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 Goldenarms to the grime 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe 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 sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
The Misunderstood,
Los Fastidios,
Aural Exciters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Warsaw,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Standells,
The Seeds,
Lyres,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scratch Acid,
Wolf Eyes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Depeche Mode,
Basic Channel,
Organ,
Kas Product,
Crime,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Connie Case,
Unwound,
Roy Ayers,
The New Christs,
Lakeside,
Kerri Chandler,
New Age Steppers,
Hasil Adkins,
Essential Logic,
Lungfish,
the Bar-Kays,
Tres Demented,
Gang Green,
Gichy Dan,
Qualms,
Eurythmics,
The Slackers,
Flash Fearless,
DJ Style,
The Barracudas,
Ultra Naté,
The Skatalites,
Letta Mbulu,
Barclay James Harvest,
John Holt,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eve St. Jones,
Q65,
The Gap Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Harpers Bizarre,
Agitation Free,
PIL,
A Certain Ratio,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Yaz,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ituana,
Joe Smooth,
Grauzone,
Funky Four + One,
Kenny Larkin,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.