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 Paraguay and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Shanghai.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Wasted Youth to the electroclash 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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Camouflage,
F. McDonald,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Blackbyrds,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Black Flag,
Grauzone,
Mandrill,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sister Nancy,
Bootsy Collins,
Babytalk,
Scientists,
The Black Dice,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Susan Cadogan,
Rufus Thomas,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Albert Ayler,
Joey Negro,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jacob Miller,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ohio Players,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fad Gadget,
Yellowson,
X-Ray Spex,
Marine Girls,
Porter Ricks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rekid,
Sällskapet,
Bauhaus,
Bill Near,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kayak,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sight & Sound,
The Gap Band,
Quantec,
Magazine,
Henry Cow,
Quadrant,
Lalann,
Kurtis Blow,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wings,
Robert Wyatt,
The Flesh Eaters,
Index,
Deadbeat,
Marmalade,
The Gladiators,
Andrew Hill,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Faust,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.