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 Qatar and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ultimate Spinach,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fat Boys,
Laurel Aitken,
the Soft Cell,
the Association,
Barry Ungar,
Con Funk Shun,
Surgeon,
Youth Brigade,
Scion,
Arab on Radar,
Black Moon,
Shuggie Otis,
MDC,
Kaleidoscope,
Donald Byrd,
Y Pants,
Tommy Roe,
Lucky Dragons,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kayak,
Sonny Sharrock,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Busters,
Black Bananas,
Donny Hathaway,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Excepter,
Theoretical Girls,
The Young Rascals,
Bill Near,
Mad Mike,
The Doors,
Monolake,
Thee Headcoats,
Metal Thangz,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Warsaw,
Loose Ends,
The Moleskins,
Saccharine Trust,
the Germs,
The Seeds,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tim Buckley,
The Leaves,
Kerrie Biddell,
Janne Schatter,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.