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 Norway and from Houston.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lebanon Hanover to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
The Red Krayola,
Lou Reed,
Harmonia,
Massinfluence,
Black Sheep,
Inner City,
Sällskapet,
Bobby Sherman,
Jimmy McGriff,
Amazonics,
Desert Stars,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Martian,
Laurel Aitken,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
David Axelrod,
Radiohead,
Marine Girls,
Dave Gahan,
This Heat,
Clear Light,
Rufus Thomas,
The Monks,
The Seeds,
Second Layer,
Arthur Verocai,
Boogie Down Productions,
David Bowie,
The Beau Brummels,
Archie Shepp,
Public Image Ltd.,
CMW,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Walker Brothers,
Bobby Byrd,
Audionom,
The Gap Band,
JFA,
Monks,
Nas,
Minutemen,
Tropical Tobacco,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marmalade,
The New Christs,
The Fall,
The American Breed,
Surgeon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rapeman,
Smog,
Soul II Soul,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Skriet,
Bush Tetras,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ohio Players,
Cluster,
Crime,
Bill Wells,
Rhythm & Sound,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.