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 Seychelles and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum 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 Joensuu 1685 to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Delon & Dalcan,
Peter & Gordon,
Saccharine Trust,
Pole,
The Mummies,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ludus,
The Blackbyrds,
Joyce Sims,
John Holt,
CMW,
Siglo XX,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dawn Penn,
Tubeway Army,
Jerry's Kids,
Schoolly D,
Ohio Players,
The Cramps,
Pere Ubu,
Massinfluence,
Sister Nancy,
The Divine Comedy,
Con Funk Shun,
Symarip,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
John Lydon,
Joensuu 1685,
Scan 7,
Radiopuhelimet,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fat Boys,
Mantronix,
Crispy Ambulance,
Peter and Kerry,
Jesper Dahlback,
Man Parrish,
Scott Walker,
Pantytec,
Isaac Hayes,
Laurel Aitken,
Lalo Schifrin,
Roger Hodgson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gang Starr,
EPMD,
Pylon,
The Raincoats,
Hashim,
Aural Exciters,
The Fortunes,
Ornette Coleman,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Technova,
Niagra,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Model 500,
The Last Poets,
Funkadelic,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.