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 Malta and from Lagos.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Matthew Bourne to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
The Fall,
Bush Tetras,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pole,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Red Krayola,
Amon Düül,
Trumans Water,
Flipper,
ABC,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Qualms,
Bronski Beat,
Boz Scaggs,
Henry Cow,
Chrome,
Davy DMX,
Angry Samoans,
Joyce Sims,
Con Funk Shun,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
a-ha,
Brand Nubian,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sonic Youth,
Alton Ellis,
Little Man,
Piero Umiliani,
The Mummies,
Sun City Girls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bob Dylan,
Porter Ricks,
Moss Icon,
Make Up,
Michelle Simonal,
MC5,
David McCallum,
Suburban Knight,
The Birthday Party,
La Düsseldorf,
Archie Shepp,
E-Dancer,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ossler,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Thee Headcoats,
Lucky Dragons,
Nico,
Sister Nancy,
The Golliwogs,
Idris Muhammad,
The Cowsills,
The Evens,
Spandau Ballet,
Gabor Szabo,
The Misunderstood,
Hashim,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.