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 South Sudan and from Toronto.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sam Rivers to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
David McCallum,
Faraquet,
a-ha,
Panda Bear,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Johnny Clarke,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Soft Machine,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fat Boys,
Essential Logic,
Marine Girls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Radio Birdman,
Iggy Pop,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joe Finger,
Sixth Finger,
Severed Heads,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Flipper,
Simply Red,
Minnie Riperton,
Eurythmics,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Alarm Clocks,
Public Enemy,
U.S. Maple,
Alphaville,
E-Dancer,
Saccharine Trust,
The Birthday Party,
Cluster,
Hot Snakes,
John Coltrane,
Janne Schatter,
Todd Rundgren,
Brothers Johnson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Maleditus Sound,
The Fire Engines,
The Walker Brothers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Fuzztones,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Infiniti,
Ronnie Foster,
the Soft Cell,
Skriet,
Crispian St. Peters,
Neu!,
New York Dolls,
Swans,
the Fania All-Stars,
Blake Baxter,
Maurizio,
Funkadelic,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.