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 Thailand and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Wire to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
The Names,
Scratch Acid,
Cymande,
The Knickerbockers,
Ultra Naté,
Pulsallama,
Silicon Teens,
Lalann,
Swell Maps,
Wire,
Icehouse,
The Gories,
Au Pairs,
The Wake,
Maurizio,
Rosa Yemen,
Black Pus,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bill Wells,
Skaos,
JFA,
Yazoo,
The Blackbyrds,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Malaria!,
Deakin,
kango's stein massive,
Q and Not U,
Marcia Griffiths,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
New Order,
The Raincoats,
Japan,
Erykah Badu,
Alphaville,
Lakeside,
Big Daddy Kane,
Parry Music,
David McCallum,
Godley & Creme,
Suicide,
Wings,
The Monochrome Set,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Last Poets,
Marine Girls,
Kerrie Biddell,
John Foxx,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cecil Taylor,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lower 48,
The United States of America,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Brothers Johnson,
Qualms,
Scan 7,
David Axelrod,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sällskapet,
Arcadia,
Erasure,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.