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 Slovakia and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 harpsichord 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 Yusef Lateef to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
David Axelrod,
Babytalk,
CMW,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eden Ahbez,
The Kinks,
Black Flag,
Silicon Teens,
Sam Rivers,
Nick Fraelich,
The Residents,
Kaleidoscope,
Peter & Gordon,
Make Up,
The Electric Prunes,
Blossom Toes,
Mad Mike,
U.S. Maple,
Buzzcocks,
Television,
Camouflage,
Brass Construction,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Little Man,
Ultravox,
Cymande,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Outsiders,
Section 25,
Groovy Waters,
Malaria!,
Blake Baxter,
The Zeros,
Bronski Beat,
Blancmange,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Flamin' Groovies,
Soul II Soul,
Roy Ayers,
The Fall,
Audionom,
Vladislav Delay,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fela Kuti,
Marine Girls,
The Pop Group,
Cluster,
Patti Smith,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Dirtbombs,
Lou Reed,
Bauhaus,
Amon Düül,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tears for Fears,
Interpol,
Lightning Bolt,
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.