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 Maldives and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Easy Going to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Barry Ungar,
New York Dolls,
The Skatalites,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lou Christie,
Sam Rivers,
The Vogues,
The Litter,
Shoche,
Connie Case,
Nik Kershaw,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Glenn Branca,
Bobbi Humphrey,
DJ Style,
New Age Steppers,
Sarah Menescal,
Guru Guru,
10cc,
Radiohead,
the Fania All-Stars,
Deepchord,
Sound Behaviour,
Scientists,
Icehouse,
The Gories,
Crime,
The Human League,
Sexual Harrassment,
A Certain Ratio,
These Immortal Souls,
The Cure,
DNA,
Ultimate Spinach,
Wings,
The Invisible,
Unrelated Segments,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Camberwell Now,
Model 500,
Donny Hathaway,
John Cale,
Isaac Hayes,
Derrick Morgan,
Carl Craig,
Roy Ayers,
Electric Prunes,
Oneida,
The Velvet Underground,
Rapeman,
Byron Stingily,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Moebius,
Loose Ends,
Soul II Soul,
Fear,
Darondo,
Clear Light,
The Evens,
Graham Central Station,
B.T. Express,
Eden Ahbez,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.