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 South Africa and from London.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jerry's Kids to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Juan Atkins,
Faust,
H. Thieme,
Jeff Lynne,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Main Source,
Blossom Toes,
The Monks,
Boz Scaggs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sex Pistols,
Connie Case,
Darondo,
Gastr Del Sol,
James White and The Blacks,
Tomorrow,
The Cure,
Robert Wyatt,
Basic Channel,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Slackers,
Pierre Henry,
Wolf Eyes,
Bill Wells,
Dave Gahan,
Bluetip,
Ronan,
The Gap Band,
Trumans Water,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jandek,
The Dead C,
Los Fastidios,
ABC,
Kurtis Blow,
Nation of Ulysses,
Janne Schatter,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Parry Music,
Lalo Schifrin,
Quando Quango,
Donny Hathaway,
Angry Samoans,
The J.B.'s,
Jacob Miller,
F. McDonald,
Fatback Band,
Ice-T,
Ken Boothe,
Eden Ahbez,
Al Stewart,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dawn Penn,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Roxy Music,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fear,
Livin' Joy,
Black Flag,
Johnny Osbourne,
Blake Baxter,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.