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 Lithuania and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Wings to the jazz 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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Make Up,
Eric B and Rakim,
Talk Talk,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
X-102,
Deepchord,
Tim Buckley,
Jandek,
Ronnie Foster,
The Sound,
Stiv Bators,
10cc,
DNA,
La Düsseldorf,
The Evens,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Brass Construction,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Second Layer,
Alphaville,
Audionom,
Underground Resistance,
Brothers Johnson,
Swell Maps,
Davy DMX,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ten City,
Sun Ra,
Ultimate Spinach,
Procol Harum,
Das Ding,
Peter & Gordon,
R.M.O.,
Eric Copeland,
New York Dolls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Big Daddy Kane,
Camberwell Now,
The Young Rascals,
The Knickerbockers,
Radio Birdman,
Isaac Hayes,
Ponytail,
Faust,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Metal Thangz,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
June Days,
World's Most,
Scientists,
Blancmange,
Boredoms,
Alton Ellis,
KRS-One,
Alison Limerick,
Roy Ayers,
Reagan Youth,
Mr. Review,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pylon,
Dark Day,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.