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 Micronesia and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 harpsichord 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 Gerry Rafferty to the funk 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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Echospace,
The J.B.'s,
Pagans,
Intrusion,
The Fire Engines,
Crime,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Byron Stingily,
the Fania All-Stars,
Japan,
Yazoo,
The Saints,
Essential Logic,
Camberwell Now,
The Blackbyrds,
Amazonics,
X-102,
Franke,
Au Pairs,
Grauzone,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scratch Acid,
Q and Not U,
Minnie Riperton,
Crooked Eye,
Sparks,
Black Flag,
Kurtis Blow,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Easy Going,
Television,
Oneida,
The Offenders,
The Fuzztones,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Minor Threat,
Scan 7,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
cv313,
Yusef Lateef,
Oblivians,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Vladislav Delay,
Soft Machine,
The Cowsills,
Neu!,
the Slits,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rod Modell,
Cybotron,
Gong,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Agent Orange,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.