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 Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ 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 Organ to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kaleidoscope,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ultravox,
Buzzcocks,
Dark Day,
Electric Prunes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Glenn Branca,
Crash Course in Science,
Bobby Sherman,
Todd Rundgren,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gerry Rafferty,
Grey Daturas,
Make Up,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Minny Pops,
Niagra,
The Moody Blues,
Ken Boothe,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sun Ra,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Five Americans,
Dual Sessions,
Skriet,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Country Teasers,
Symarip,
Ten City,
Sarah Menescal,
Brick,
Sparks,
Prince Buster,
Echospace,
Underground Resistance,
Cecil Taylor,
Piero Umiliani,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Fall,
X-102,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Accadde A,
Qualms,
Moby Grape,
The Moleskins,
Cal Tjader,
Sight & Sound,
The Flesh Eaters,
Al Stewart,
Cybotron,
The Misunderstood,
Steve Hackett,
These Immortal Souls,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.