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 Antigua and from London.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Organ to the dance 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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Residents,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Techniques,
Barrington Levy,
The Sound,
Bootsy Collins,
Interpol,
Yazoo,
Kenny Larkin,
James White and The Blacks,
Jerry's Kids,
Marmalade,
Eurythmics,
Steve Hackett,
Nik Kershaw,
Sexual Harrassment,
Slick Rick,
June Days,
The Moleskins,
Ohio Players,
Easy Going,
Moebius,
Massinfluence,
New York Dolls,
The Remains,
Soft Machine,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dave Gahan,
Hardrive,
Marvin Gaye,
Gang Starr,
The American Breed,
Aloha Tigers,
Erykah Badu,
Pagans,
Jimmy McGriff,
Boz Scaggs,
Negative Approach,
The Count Five,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
LL Cool J,
Eve St. Jones,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Chrome,
Patti Smith,
The Black Dice,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Barracudas,
cv313,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
L. Decosne,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ituana,
Audionom,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Intrusion,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.