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 Morocco and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes 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 Moby Grape to the funk 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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Al Stewart,
The Vogues,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cluster,
The Real Kids,
Pantytec,
Chris Corsano,
Don Cherry,
David McCallum,
Bob Dylan,
Marmalade,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Archie Shepp,
Audionom,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pharoah Sanders,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Agent Orange,
Moby Grape,
Gabor Szabo,
Nik Kershaw,
Agitation Free,
The Wake,
Reagan Youth,
Pagans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Von Mondo,
Pierre Henry,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
David Axelrod,
Patti Smith,
Pussy Galore,
Das Ding,
Rufus Thomas,
The Motions,
Clear Light,
Amazonics,
Gong,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Walker Brothers,
Peter & Gordon,
The Trojans,
Babytalk,
Funky Four + One,
The Saints,
Nick Fraelich,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scratch Acid,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Idris Muhammad,
Joyce Sims,
Dorothy Ashby,
10cc,
Unwound,
The Doors,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dead Boys,
The Barracudas,
The Gladiators,
The Skatalites,
Dark Day,
Grandmaster Flash,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.