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 Syria and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin 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 The Gun Club to the dance 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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Whodini 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 disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cluster,
Yaz,
Michelle Simonal,
D'Angelo,
Laurel Aitken,
Brand Nubian,
The Evens,
Marine Girls,
The Last Poets,
Erasure,
Cheater Slicks,
Lalann,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Harry Pussy,
Inner City,
Freddie Wadling,
Ralphi Rosario,
Soulsonic Force,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eli Mardock,
The Moleskins,
Echospace,
Aural Exciters,
PIL,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bluetip,
Kaleidoscope,
Pylon,
Nas,
Black Pus,
Stetsasonic,
Cymande,
The Electric Prunes,
Yazoo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cecil Taylor,
Stereo Dub,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Dave Clark Five,
Skaos,
Monolake,
Index,
Country Joe & The Fish,
David Axelrod,
Average White Band,
Minnie Riperton,
The Young Rascals,
Vladislav Delay,
The Cowsills,
Main Source,
The United States of America,
Surgeon,
Swell Maps,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.