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 United Kingdom and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 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 The Star Department to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Spoonie Gee,
Junior Murvin,
Adolescents,
The Sound,
Monolake,
Jacques Brel,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Real Kids,
Niagra,
Au Pairs,
Bill Wells,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Faust,
Sugar Minott,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Misunderstood,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Yellowson,
Main Source,
Black Bananas,
Boz Scaggs,
the Association,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Maleditus Sound,
Absolute Body Control,
Oblivians,
Con Funk Shun,
Unwound,
Urselle,
Agent Orange,
Joey Negro,
Severed Heads,
The Velvet Underground,
Skaos,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Electric Prunes,
The Knickerbockers,
One Last Wish,
Y Pants,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marmalade,
Khruangbin,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Germs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Modern Lovers,
John Cale,
Boogie Down Productions,
Basic Channel,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Audionom,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sandy B,
Fear,
The Victims,
Jacob Miller,
Icehouse,
Subhumans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.