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 Grenada and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Mad Mike to the crunk 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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Leonard Cohen,
Procol Harum,
World's Most,
Ken Boothe,
Rod Modell,
Quadrant,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Happenings,
Reagan Youth,
The Real Kids,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Max Romeo,
Scientists,
Godley & Creme,
The Busters,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eric Dolphy,
The Cowsills,
Pagans,
X-Ray Spex,
Tommy Roe,
Bill Wells,
Soft Machine,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Zeros,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Delta 5,
Sight & Sound,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
DJ Sneak,
Silicon Teens,
Tomorrow,
Bob Dylan,
Nils Olav,
Urselle,
Steve Hackett,
Alphaville,
The Stooges,
The Fall,
Livin' Joy,
The Fortunes,
Whodini,
The Evens,
Excepter,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Banda Bassotti,
Cameo,
Tubeway Army,
Bush Tetras,
Howard Jones,
Anakelly,
Oneida,
The Motions,
The Smiths,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Minutemen,
Donald Byrd,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scrapy,
U.S. Maple,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bobby Byrd,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.