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 Israel and from Tokyo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Robert Palmer 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 Hasil Adkins to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Slits,
Talk Talk,
Albert Ayler,
The Cramps,
the Fania All-Stars,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Danielle Patucci,
The Standells,
The Slits,
Easy Going,
Q and Not U,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Model 500,
Slick Rick,
The Slackers,
Connie Case,
David Bowie,
Scan 7,
The Seeds,
The Fortunes,
Peter and Kerry,
Boredoms,
Roger Hodgson,
Ornette Coleman,
Ten City,
World's Most,
Michelle Simonal,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
a-ha,
Deakin,
Marcia Griffiths,
Moebius,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fear,
Lou Reed,
Johnny Clarke,
Mantronix,
Infiniti,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cameo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lalann,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Searchers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kool Moe Dee,
David Axelrod,
Popol Vuh,
Man Parrish,
Masters at Work,
The Velvet Underground,
Smog,
John Coltrane,
The Gun Club,
Patti Smith,
Panda Bear,
Marvin Gaye,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.