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 Samoa and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 guitar 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 Moby Grape to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
the Sonics,
Mad Mike,
Matthew Bourne,
Ten City,
Flamin' Groovies,
X-Ray Spex,
Gichy Dan,
The Gories,
The Selecter,
Glenn Branca,
Todd Rundgren,
Erykah Badu,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Iggy Pop,
The New Christs,
Thompson Twins,
Sonny Sharrock,
Zapp,
These Immortal Souls,
Bob Dylan,
Joensuu 1685,
Intrusion,
Aloha Tigers,
Grauzone,
Radiohead,
The Angels of Light,
Chrome,
Kaleidoscope,
Aaron Thompson,
B.T. Express,
Brass Construction,
Mary Jane Girls,
Yusef Lateef,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
La Düsseldorf,
Al Stewart,
Agent Orange,
Swell Maps,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Essential Logic,
The Wake,
Ronan,
John Coltrane,
Quantec,
The Vogues,
The Mojo Men,
Severed Heads,
Rosa Yemen,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Donny Hathaway,
Quando Quango,
Rekid,
Stereo Dub,
Carl Craig,
Banda Bassotti,
Index,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dark Day,
Bush Tetras,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rakim,
Popol Vuh,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.