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 Albania and from London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron 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 Ultra Naté to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Faraquet,
The Buckinghams,
Jesper Dahlback,
David Axelrod,
Terry Callier,
Johnny Osbourne,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Public Image Ltd.,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Model 500,
John Cale,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Stereo Dub,
Basic Channel,
Roxette,
Country Teasers,
Fugazi,
Quantec,
New Age Steppers,
The Slackers,
Swell Maps,
Isaac Hayes,
Infiniti,
Babytalk,
The Raincoats,
UT,
kango's stein massive,
Crash Course in Science,
The Monks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Q and Not U,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mary Jane Girls,
David Bowie,
Pantaleimon,
Excepter,
Idris Muhammad,
Flipper,
The Smiths,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rufus Thomas,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Interpol,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Archie Shepp,
Bobby Hutcherson,
48th St. Collective,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Arthur Verocai,
Kayak,
Bobby Byrd,
Boz Scaggs,
Animal Collective,
Marc Almond,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Joyce Sims,
Siglo XX,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.