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 Syria and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lightning Bolt to the grime 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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Lakeside,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bobbi Humphrey,
DJ Style,
Jandek,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Television,
Traffic Nightmare,
Morten Harket,
Metal Thangz,
Mandrill,
Camouflage,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Liliput,
Throbbing Gristle,
X-Ray Spex,
Ludus,
Electric Prunes,
Warren Ellis,
Rotary Connection,
Gastr Del Sol,
Glenn Branca,
Mary Jane Girls,
Agent Orange,
The Walker Brothers,
Hardrive,
Drexciya,
The Kinks,
Sarah Menescal,
Deadbeat,
Funkadelic,
The Dave Clark Five,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Music Machine,
The Pretty Things,
The Fugs,
The Sonics,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Beau Brummels,
Ultravox,
Neil Young,
Amon Düül,
Maleditus Sound,
OOIOO,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rhythm & Sound,
Black Bananas,
The Pop Group,
T. Rex,
Barclay James Harvest,
X-101,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
June Days,
EPMD,
The Stooges,
The Angels of Light,
Barry Ungar,
Susan Cadogan,
Heaven 17,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.