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 Tanzania and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Warsaw to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Janne Schatter,
Los Fastidios,
Ituana,
Brick,
The Index,
Pantaleimon,
Michelle Simonal,
Harmonia,
Don Cherry,
Neil Young,
48th St. Collective,
The Dead C,
The Zeros,
Second Layer,
Barry Ungar,
Basic Channel,
Fear,
Suburban Knight,
L. Decosne,
Silicon Teens,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Remains,
Schoolly D,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cymande,
DNA,
Ossler,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Soft Cell,
Gerry Rafferty,
Alison Limerick,
Dual Sessions,
Liliput,
Kaleidoscope,
David Bowie,
Joyce Sims,
Yellowson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Massinfluence,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Simply Red,
Joy Division,
Wire,
Icehouse,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Subhumans,
Magma,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Smog,
The Blues Magoos,
Rufus Thomas,
Sparks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Royal Trux,
Audionom,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Raincoats,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Q and Not U,
Harry Pussy,
Bootsy Collins,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.