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 Netherlands and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Bootsy Collins to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Wolf Eyes,
The Remains,
Public Image Ltd.,
Blancmange,
The Sound,
The Move,
Interpol,
Bobby Byrd,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Fugs,
Surgeon,
Erykah Badu,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Piero Umiliani,
The Blues Magoos,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Real Kids,
Agent Orange,
Black Moon,
Blake Baxter,
Lalann,
Jacob Miller,
Marmalade,
Silicon Teens,
Scratch Acid,
Can,
The Sonics,
The Doobie Brothers,
Alton Ellis,
The United States of America,
Grauzone,
Nation of Ulysses,
Little Man,
Electric Prunes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Arthur Verocai,
Pussy Galore,
Minor Threat,
ABBA,
The Dave Clark Five,
Technova,
Jandek,
Godley & Creme,
The New Christs,
Moss Icon,
Y Pants,
The Slits,
Trumans Water,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Brothers Johnson,
Outsiders,
World's Most,
Man Parrish,
The Fall,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Cheater Slicks,
The Invisible,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Monks,
FM Einheit,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.