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 Romania and from Copenhagen.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bremen.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Loose Ends to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Slick Rick,
Letta Mbulu,
Reuben Wilson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Delta 5,
R.M.O.,
The Victims,
Mission of Burma,
John Foxx,
Robert Hood,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
One Last Wish,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Saints,
Kayak,
Eric Dolphy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lower 48,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Andrew Hill,
Gregory Isaacs,
Toni Rubio,
Neu!,
Schoolly D,
Peter & Gordon,
Swans,
Gil Scott Heron,
U.S. Maple,
Nirvana,
Moss Icon,
Con Funk Shun,
Simply Red,
Depeche Mode,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Searchers,
Alice Coltrane,
Glenn Branca,
Liliput,
Cal Tjader,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Roy Ayers,
Cecil Taylor,
Bill Near,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Glambeats Corp.,
Charles Mingus,
Mo-Dettes,
The Seeds,
Underground Resistance,
The American Breed,
The Names,
Magazine,
Section 25,
Organ,
Panda Bear,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.