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 Somalia and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 David McCallum to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Unrelated Segments,
Liliput,
Panda Bear,
Sugar Minott,
Fatback Band,
Oneida,
T. Rex,
The Kinks,
The Gun Club,
Loose Ends,
Roxy Music,
Idris Muhammad,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Amon Düül II,
Minny Pops,
The Real Kids,
Sarah Menescal,
Joy Division,
Supertramp,
DJ Sneak,
Lebanon Hanover,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mary Jane Girls,
Agitation Free,
Massinfluence,
Yazoo,
Ronnie Foster,
Sun Ra,
Stockholm Monsters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Funky Four + One,
Derrick May,
Gabor Szabo,
DNA,
Japan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Circle Jerks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Arcadia,
Pharoah Sanders,
Royal Trux,
In Retrospect,
The Sonics,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Theoretical Girls,
The Neon Judgement,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Althea and Donna,
Bill Near,
Mr. Review,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Index,
Mandrill,
Hasil Adkins,
New York Dolls,
The Velvet Underground,
The Techniques,
The Fire Engines,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.