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 San Marino and from Cairo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 guitar 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 David Axelrod to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Ituana,
Rosa Yemen,
Toni Rubio,
kango's stein massive,
The Skatalites,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Thee Headcoats,
Gerry Rafferty,
A Certain Ratio,
The Litter,
Gong,
Japan,
Yaz,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joy Division,
The Red Krayola,
Connie Case,
Visage,
Faraquet,
Deadbeat,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bob Dylan,
Eve St. Jones,
Don Cherry,
Ludus,
Sällskapet,
Deakin,
Marine Girls,
Althea and Donna,
Aswad,
Model 500,
Arcadia,
Monolake,
New York Dolls,
The Busters,
Reagan Youth,
Lalann,
Alison Limerick,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fad Gadget,
The New Christs,
Rod Modell,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Slits,
Mars,
Hardrive,
Swans,
Scott Walker,
Brothers Johnson,
The Motions,
New Age Steppers,
The Music Machine,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Oneida,
Motorama,
Malaria!,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.