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 Denmark and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc 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 marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Harpers Bizarre,
Masters at Work,
David McCallum,
Eddi Front,
The Doors,
Crash Course in Science,
Isaac Hayes,
CMW,
Anakelly,
F. McDonald,
Bang On A Can,
Ultimate Spinach,
Graham Central Station,
Alton Ellis,
Mad Mike,
Barclay James Harvest,
These Immortal Souls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Victims,
Scrapy,
Pole,
New York Dolls,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Dirtbombs,
Yellowson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Deakin,
Lyres,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Country Joe & The Fish,
John Foxx,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Real Kids,
Drive Like Jehu,
PIL,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Alison Limerick,
Lakeside,
Minor Threat,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
AZ,
John Lydon,
Colin Newman,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Gap Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Bobby Sherman,
Bill Wells,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
ABBA,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fat Boys,
Angry Samoans,
Inner City,
Nick Fraelich,
Lungfish,
Marc Almond,
Piero Umiliani,
Buzzcocks,
Fad Gadget,
Dual Sessions,
Albert Ayler,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.