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 Cuba and from Manila.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron 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 The Move 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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
The Zeros,
Simply Red,
Dennis Brown,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kas Product,
Minutemen,
Goldenarms,
The Monks,
Boredoms,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marmalade,
Outsiders,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Todd Terry,
Unrelated Segments,
Surgeon,
Ken Boothe,
Morten Harket,
Big Daddy Kane,
Can,
Index,
Agitation Free,
James White and The Blacks,
Severed Heads,
Al Stewart,
This Heat,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kaleidoscope,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Cowsills,
Peter & Gordon,
Livin' Joy,
Arcadia,
Scion,
Jacques Brel,
The New Christs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Matthew Bourne,
The American Breed,
Lightning Bolt,
Todd Rundgren,
Young Marble Giants,
The Searchers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Barrington Levy,
Von Mondo,
Aswad,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cheater Slicks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scan 7,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cecil Taylor,
New Order,
Niagra,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
New Age Steppers,
Bad Manners,
Average White Band,
The Busters,
Lyres,
Minny Pops,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.