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 Moldova and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Grey Daturas to the grunge 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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Johnny Osbourne,
Shuggie Otis,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Misunderstood,
Sight & Sound,
Al Stewart,
The Divine Comedy,
Gichy Dan,
Organ,
Soft Cell,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gong,
The Velvet Underground,
The Toasters,
Prince Buster,
Sun Ra,
The Names,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
June of 44,
Pet Shop Boys,
Soulsonic Force,
The Buckinghams,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Danielle Patucci,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joyce Sims,
Severed Heads,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sonic Youth,
Absolute Body Control,
Warren Ellis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Fire Engines,
The Fugs,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Grass Roots,
Slick Rick,
Swell Maps,
Whodini,
Ponytail,
Zero Boys,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Angels of Light,
The Move,
New Age Steppers,
Harmonia,
Charles Mingus,
Royal Trux,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Faust,
Sandy B,
Avey Tare,
Loose Ends,
Max Romeo,
MDC,
Camouflage,
Judy Mowatt,
Rakim,
Franke,
Cybotron,
Fela Kuti,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.