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 Bulgaria and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the dance 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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Radiopuhelimet,
Flash Fearless,
Suburban Knight,
Aswad,
The Divine Comedy,
Danielle Patucci,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Bar-Kays,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Seeds,
Jimmy McGriff,
Excepter,
Oblivians,
Symarip,
Pantaleimon,
ABBA,
Shuggie Otis,
A Certain Ratio,
The Standells,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bad Manners,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Morten Harket,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eve St. Jones,
The Residents,
Lyres,
Masters at Work,
Deepchord,
Nico,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rites of Spring,
DNA,
The Fuzztones,
Anakelly,
Buzzcocks,
Bootsy Collins,
E-Dancer,
Negative Approach,
Hot Snakes,
The Skatalites,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bizarre Inc.,
Babytalk,
Althea and Donna,
Funky Four + One,
The Slits,
Amazonics,
Kas Product,
Laurel Aitken,
Jacques Brel,
Parry Music,
DJ Sneak,
Rapeman,
Fat Boys,
Severed Heads,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.