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 Cameroon and from Mexico City.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ultimate Spinach to the grunge 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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eli Mardock,
The Gap Band,
Sparks,
Moby Grape,
The Toasters,
Fugazi,
The Litter,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bill Wells,
Sonic Youth,
Essential Logic,
Amon Düül,
Talk Talk,
Black Sheep,
Negative Approach,
X-102,
CMW,
The Slits,
Spoonie Gee,
L. Decosne,
the Soft Cell,
David Axelrod,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Maleditus Sound,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Country Teasers,
Cal Tjader,
Ronan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pylon,
Scientists,
Black Bananas,
ABBA,
The Wake,
Stetsasonic,
Whodini,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Fuzztones,
John Foxx,
Hardrive,
The Selecter,
ABC,
Girls At Our Best!,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Misunderstood,
AZ,
The Names,
Duran Duran,
Ossler,
Peter & Gordon,
Funkadelic,
Jesper Dahlback,
Hoover,
Prince Buster,
Desert Stars,
Lebanon Hanover,
Aaron Thompson,
Anthony Braxton,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.