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 Mongolia and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 clarinet 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 Donny Hathaway to the jazz 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Erasure,
The Divine Comedy,
Bang On A Can,
Warsaw,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Durutti Column,
Adolescents,
Harpers Bizarre,
Soft Machine,
Maurizio,
June Days,
Fad Gadget,
U.S. Maple,
Camouflage,
The Kinks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Human League,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gabor Szabo,
Altered Images,
Alice Coltrane,
Robert Görl,
Iggy Pop,
Anakelly,
June of 44,
The Motions,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ken Boothe,
Ornette Coleman,
Aaron Thompson,
Godley & Creme,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Dirtbombs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Remains,
The Moleskins,
Ultimate Spinach,
EPMD,
Depeche Mode,
Steve Hackett,
Kas Product,
Cymande,
H. Thieme,
Moss Icon,
The Offenders,
the Germs,
The Evens,
The Litter,
Procol Harum,
Mandrill,
The Vogues,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eurythmics,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Guru Guru,
Boredoms,
Das Ding,
Clear Light,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.