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 Equatorial Guinea 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Michael McDonald 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 Peter & Gordon to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
The Invisible,
Suicide,
Marc Almond,
Kaleidoscope,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Angels of Light,
The Black Dice,
The Searchers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Banda Bassotti,
Slick Rick,
Sun Ra,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Khruangbin,
The Smoke,
The Fire Engines,
Sällskapet,
Johnny Osbourne,
Niagra,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Subhumans,
Ice-T,
Toni Rubio,
Lyres,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Warsaw,
Charles Mingus,
Yazoo,
Lightning Bolt,
Bob Dylan,
Average White Band,
Symarip,
Nirvana,
Minny Pops,
Fugazi,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nik Kershaw,
Flipper,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Velvet Underground,
Goldenarms,
The United States of America,
Scientists,
Blake Baxter,
The Doors,
Robert Wyatt,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tommy Roe,
The Mummies,
Vladislav Delay,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Grass Roots,
Sandy B,
Angry Samoans,
Jandek,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Con Funk Shun,
the Germs,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.