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 China and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Chrome to the rock 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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Althea and Donna,
The Durutti Column,
The Residents,
Ronnie Foster,
Japan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nico,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Crash Course in Science,
Pantytec,
Cecil Taylor,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Brothers Johnson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Saccharine Trust,
Tres Demented,
R.M.O.,
Marmalade,
The Moleskins,
Dorothy Ashby,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Prince Buster,
DJ Sneak,
Michelle Simonal,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Unwound,
The Grass Roots,
Yellowson,
The Monochrome Set,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Davy DMX,
The Happenings,
Terry Callier,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The J.B.'s,
Rufus Thomas,
Skaos,
The Seeds,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sandy B,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kurtis Blow,
Dawn Penn,
Judy Mowatt,
Roger Hodgson,
Mission of Burma,
The Barracudas,
Minutemen,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Q and Not U,
Warsaw,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sam Rivers,
Qualms,
The Alarm Clocks,
Interpol,
The Buckinghams,
The United States of America,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.