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 Qatar and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 snare 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 Soul Sonic Force to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Red Krayola,
Rod Modell,
Graham Central Station,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cameo,
Blossom Toes,
The Star Department,
PIL,
Symarip,
Eric Copeland,
Chris Corsano,
X-102,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rotary Connection,
Blancmange,
A Certain Ratio,
the Swans,
Deakin,
Eli Mardock,
Crispian St. Peters,
James White and The Blacks,
Ice-T,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Outsiders,
Flamin' Groovies,
Hashim,
Colin Newman,
The Raincoats,
Harpers Bizarre,
Trumans Water,
The Residents,
Scott Walker,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Arcadia,
Terry Callier,
Lyres,
John Cale,
The Offenders,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kerrie Biddell,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nick Fraelich,
Country Teasers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
June of 44,
Average White Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pussy Galore,
Cybotron,
Gichy Dan,
Tomorrow,
Rufus Thomas,
Massinfluence,
The American Breed,
The Cure,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.