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 Serbia and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Cramps to the grunge 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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Technova,
Cameo,
This Heat,
Quantec,
John Cale,
Basic Channel,
L. Decosne,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Remains,
Marine Girls,
Brand Nubian,
Jacob Miller,
Warren Ellis,
Dennis Brown,
Blancmange,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joey Negro,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Boz Scaggs,
Royal Trux,
Urselle,
David Bowie,
Blake Baxter,
Leonard Cohen,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lyres,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Television Personalities,
Radio Birdman,
Black Sheep,
The Victims,
Circle Jerks,
Bang On A Can,
Lebanon Hanover,
Drexciya,
Joensuu 1685,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rosa Yemen,
Tom Boy,
Altered Images,
Faraquet,
Maurizio,
The Moody Blues,
Rapeman,
Young Marble Giants,
Niagra,
The Star Department,
Roger Hodgson,
Saccharine Trust,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cal Tjader,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Banda Bassotti,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nirvana,
Neu!,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.