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 Albania and from Calgary.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum 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 One Last Wish to the crunk 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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Dorothy Ashby,
AZ,
Underground Resistance,
Roxy Music,
Accadde A,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mo-Dettes,
Faust,
The Golliwogs,
Bush Tetras,
Crispian St. Peters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Techniques,
Lou Reed,
Ice-T,
The Young Rascals,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ludus,
Thee Headcoats,
Au Pairs,
The Gun Club,
Wings,
Lindisfarne,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Animal Collective,
The Slackers,
Fear,
Anthony Braxton,
David Axelrod,
the Sonics,
Godley & Creme,
Adolescents,
Man Parrish,
Juan Atkins,
X-102,
Prince Buster,
Parry Music,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Real Kids,
The Searchers,
X-101,
The Fortunes,
Monolake,
Patti Smith,
The Beau Brummels,
Rosa Yemen,
The Star Department,
Minnie Riperton,
Jerry's Kids,
Trumans Water,
Bronski Beat,
The Slits,
Model 500,
The Offenders,
Fluxion,
The Angels of Light,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Severed Heads,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.