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 Georgia and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe 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 Black Flag to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Goldenarms,
John Coltrane,
Joyce Sims,
Porter Ricks,
Scion,
Alice Coltrane,
Oblivians,
The Mummies,
the Sonics,
Visage,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Saccharine Trust,
Max Romeo,
Dave Gahan,
The Velvet Underground,
Pole,
Magma,
Bob Dylan,
Clear Light,
Maurizio,
Morten Harket,
Scratch Acid,
Kenny Larkin,
Tres Demented,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ten City,
The Offenders,
Tim Buckley,
Anthony Braxton,
Yusef Lateef,
Sparks,
The Fall,
Roger Hodgson,
The Fuzztones,
Gang Green,
The Pop Group,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Delon & Dalcan,
Siglo XX,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bronski Beat,
Big Daddy Kane,
Crime,
Neil Young,
Godley & Creme,
the Normal,
The Buckinghams,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Letta Mbulu,
Magazine,
Aaron Thompson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Traffic Nightmare,
Stetsasonic,
Throbbing Gristle,
Idris Muhammad,
the Slits,
Todd Terry,
The Gories,
Zapp,
Roxette,
Marmalade,
Dorothy Ashby,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.