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 Korea South and from Edmonton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 mellotron 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 Section 25 to the jazz 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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Barrington Levy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Soft Machine,
Drive Like Jehu,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Flesh Eaters,
Buzzcocks,
Sound Behaviour,
A Certain Ratio,
Barbara Tucker,
The Vogues,
the Soft Cell,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Technova,
Duran Duran,
The Trojans,
Sex Pistols,
The Sound,
Bauhaus,
Bang On A Can,
Ice-T,
Rosa Yemen,
Black Pus,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Con Funk Shun,
The Five Americans,
The Count Five,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Janne Schatter,
Oblivians,
Angry Samoans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Charles Mingus,
Kaleidoscope,
The Index,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mark Hollis,
Matthew Bourne,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
LL Cool J,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ken Boothe,
Livin' Joy,
The Barracudas,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Echospace,
Sixth Finger,
the Association,
Henry Cow,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Cowsills,
Fear,
Pantytec,
Maleditus Sound,
Eric B and Rakim,
Yusef Lateef,
Brothers Johnson,
Black Sheep,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.