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 Cyprus and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes 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 The Birthday Party to the dance 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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Rites of Spring,
Skarface,
Icehouse,
Chrome,
Marvin Gaye,
Pere Ubu,
Rekid,
Gang of Four,
Iggy Pop,
The Skatalites,
Brand Nubian,
Robert Görl,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Supertramp,
MC5,
Popol Vuh,
Jerry's Kids,
the Slits,
Rufus Thomas,
DJ Style,
48th St. Collective,
Eli Mardock,
Gong,
Duran Duran,
Schoolly D,
Stetsasonic,
Pylon,
Colin Newman,
Heaven 17,
Scott Walker,
Boogie Down Productions,
Public Image Ltd.,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fear,
Sixth Finger,
Wolf Eyes,
Panda Bear,
Harpers Bizarre,
Flash Fearless,
Bizarre Inc.,
Loose Ends,
LL Cool J,
L. Decosne,
Marmalade,
Lee Hazlewood,
Neil Young,
Agent Orange,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Echospace,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rapeman,
Slick Rick,
Nik Kershaw,
ABBA,
T. Rex,
Moss Icon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mad Mike,
T.S.O.L.,
Sun City Girls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.