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 France and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 guitar 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 Scion to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Dorothy Ashby,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Popol Vuh,
Matthew Halsall,
Guru Guru,
Brothers Johnson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Archie Shepp,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gang Green,
Ten City,
Bobby Sherman,
The Sound,
Matthew Bourne,
Nation of Ulysses,
These Immortal Souls,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mad Mike,
The J.B.'s,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Theoretical Girls,
the Human League,
New York Dolls,
The Fuzztones,
The Knickerbockers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
London Community Gospel Choir,
D'Angelo,
Yazoo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Davy DMX,
Isaac Hayes,
Tomorrow,
Maurizio,
Kerri Chandler,
The Moody Blues,
Radiopuhelimet,
Minor Threat,
Q65,
Ornette Coleman,
Cymande,
The Alarm Clocks,
John Holt,
John Foxx,
Moss Icon,
Bauhaus,
Rites of Spring,
Franke,
Black Sheep,
The Dead C,
Lyres,
Monks,
Bang On A Can,
Junior Murvin,
June Days,
Max Romeo,
Ponytail,
Quantec,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.