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 Barbados and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Kenny Larkin 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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
The Busters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Echospace,
The Toasters,
Rapeman,
MC5,
L. Decosne,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eli Mardock,
Funkadelic,
The Black Dice,
The New Christs,
Bobby Sherman,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Minutemen,
Qualms,
Sun Ra,
John Foxx,
Crime,
DJ Style,
John Lydon,
Yazoo,
Amazonics,
Soft Cell,
Interpol,
Roxy Music,
Ralphi Rosario,
Moss Icon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cecil Taylor,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Brick,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Khruangbin,
The Stooges,
Suicide,
Buzzcocks,
Steve Hackett,
KRS-One,
Susan Cadogan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
John Cale,
The Misunderstood,
The Residents,
The Victims,
Visage,
Marc Almond,
The Neon Judgement,
Kerri Chandler,
The Selecter,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Roger Hodgson,
Tomorrow,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sister Nancy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Basic Channel,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.