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 Australia and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
The Doors,
Idris Muhammad,
The Index,
X-Ray Spex,
In Retrospect,
Liliput,
Harpers Bizarre,
Swell Maps,
Half Japanese,
Oblivians,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wally Richardson,
The Walker Brothers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marvin Gaye,
Niagra,
E-Dancer,
Schoolly D,
The Misunderstood,
The Monochrome Set,
Chrome,
X-101,
Porter Ricks,
Mantronix,
Carl Craig,
Cameo,
David McCallum,
Das Ding,
The Young Rascals,
DNA,
Parry Music,
The Last Poets,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fela Kuti,
The Beau Brummels,
The Victims,
Can,
Radiopuhelimet,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Radiohead,
Laurel Aitken,
Con Funk Shun,
Minny Pops,
Rosa Yemen,
The Litter,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Association,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nick Fraelich,
Quadrant,
Faust,
Rakim,
Rekid,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ice-T,
Blossom Toes,
Amon Düül II,
Bill Wells,
The Mummies,
Erykah Badu,
Marine Girls,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.