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 Manila.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Cluster to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Khruangbin,
Electric Prunes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Radio Birdman,
Section 25,
Banda Bassotti,
Sun Ra,
Thompson Twins,
Minnie Riperton,
Fear,
The Pretty Things,
Cameo,
Stetsasonic,
Agent Orange,
Steve Hackett,
Boz Scaggs,
Jerry's Kids,
Ornette Coleman,
Suicide,
Skarface,
Royal Trux,
Todd Rundgren,
Scott Walker,
kango's stein massive,
Roxy Music,
Faraquet,
Flipper,
Heaven 17,
The Gladiators,
Soulsonic Force,
Subhumans,
Roy Ayers,
Black Pus,
Alphaville,
The New Christs,
Robert Hood,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lebanon Hanover,
H. Thieme,
Isaac Hayes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Talk Talk,
Rotary Connection,
Vainqueur,
the Normal,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Toni Rubio,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scion,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wasted Youth,
Minor Threat,
Icehouse,
Delta 5,
Faust,
The Buckinghams,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Wake,
10cc,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bobby Sherman,
Infiniti,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.