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 Cape Verde and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Amon Düül II to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
The Tremeloes,
The Star Department,
Stockholm Monsters,
Junior Murvin,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Saints,
Monolake,
David Bowie,
Nick Fraelich,
Donny Hathaway,
The Moody Blues,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
June Days,
The Mojo Men,
Moss Icon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Deepchord,
The Remains,
Fatback Band,
Juan Atkins,
The Last Poets,
Kaleidoscope,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Gap Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Barracudas,
Deadbeat,
The Cure,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Iggy Pop,
Neu!,
Man Parrish,
Subhumans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Peter and Kerry,
Blake Baxter,
Gong,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scott Walker,
Radiohead,
Cymande,
T.S.O.L.,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mary Jane Girls,
Angry Samoans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Byron Stingily,
Michelle Simonal,
Nik Kershaw,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tropical Tobacco,
Amon Düül II,
Mr. Review,
FM Einheit,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Crash Course in Science,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.