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 Ecuador and from Seoul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 The Standells to the grunge 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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Junior Murvin,
The Count Five,
Qualms,
Reuben Wilson,
Jacques Brel,
Suicide,
Scientists,
The Remains,
Von Mondo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ponytail,
Iggy Pop,
Newcleus,
Dennis Brown,
The Sonics,
David Bowie,
The Gap Band,
Gang Green,
Jimmy McGriff,
Country Joe & The Fish,
X-101,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Liliput,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Leaves,
DJ Sneak,
E-Dancer,
Desert Stars,
Reagan Youth,
Alphaville,
World's Most,
Crooked Eye,
Derrick May,
Lalann,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mantronix,
Yaz,
Surgeon,
The Vogues,
The Associates,
Stetsasonic,
Grey Daturas,
Ultravox,
The Slits,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
LL Cool J,
the Swans,
Dorothy Ashby,
Heaven 17,
Derrick Morgan,
Ohio Players,
The Modern Lovers,
The Star Department,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wally Richardson,
Amon Düül,
Man Parrish,
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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.