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 India and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Bad Manners to the jazz 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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Sandy B,
Y Pants,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ultimate Spinach,
Masters at Work,
John Lydon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Fall,
The Fortunes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tomorrow,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rufus Thomas,
PIL,
Yellowson,
Eddi Front,
Stockholm Monsters,
Half Japanese,
Cecil Taylor,
June Days,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Essential Logic,
Pere Ubu,
Terrestrial Tones,
Johnny Osbourne,
Monolake,
Joy Division,
Black Bananas,
UT,
Blake Baxter,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pagans,
Radiohead,
Young Marble Giants,
Dual Sessions,
The Dirtbombs,
Nik Kershaw,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Can,
Yazoo,
Average White Band,
Second Layer,
Brand Nubian,
Severed Heads,
Isaac Hayes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Heaven 17,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
F. McDonald,
The Skatalites,
The Evens,
the Normal,
Bobby Byrd,
The Last Poets,
Flamin' Groovies,
Laurel Aitken,
Royal Trux,
Ralphi Rosario,
Spandau Ballet,
The Busters,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.