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 Romania and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 David Bowie 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 JFA to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Grass Roots,
John Holt,
Barrington Levy,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Raincoats,
The American Breed,
Camberwell Now,
David McCallum,
Boredoms,
Mandrill,
The Gladiators,
Crispian St. Peters,
Reagan Youth,
Saccharine Trust,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Knickerbockers,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Zeros,
The Tremeloes,
Pussy Galore,
Althea and Donna,
Al Stewart,
Bluetip,
The Beau Brummels,
Main Source,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eddi Front,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Japan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Hot Snakes,
Ten City,
Darondo,
Nick Fraelich,
F. McDonald,
Idris Muhammad,
Mad Mike,
Lindisfarne,
D'Angelo,
The Dead C,
Mark Hollis,
Zero Boys,
CMW,
In Retrospect,
the Sonics,
Quadrant,
Tim Buckley,
Sun Ra,
The Divine Comedy,
Scott Walker,
Gichy Dan,
Niagra,
Terry Callier,
Franke,
Scion,
Joey Negro,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Arcadia,
LL Cool J,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.