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 Montenegro and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Josef K 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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Section 25,
Fugazi,
DJ Sneak,
Matthew Halsall,
Chris & Cosey,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Albert Ayler,
Fela Kuti,
Flash Fearless,
Lalann,
Scan 7,
Michelle Simonal,
Eve St. Jones,
Charles Mingus,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Cramps,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jandek,
Neu!,
Wings,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Siglo XX,
The Martian,
Fluxion,
Marcia Griffiths,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fear,
Erasure,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Barry Ungar,
Dual Sessions,
Aswad,
Public Enemy,
Rufus Thomas,
Brand Nubian,
Byron Stingily,
Maurizio,
Sonic Youth,
Sparks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Gladiators,
Eric Dolphy,
Country Teasers,
F. McDonald,
Anthony Braxton,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
10cc,
Thee Headcoats,
Eurythmics,
The Stooges,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Interpol,
KRS-One,
Joe Finger,
Soft Machine,
Barbara Tucker,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.