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 Spokane.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Chris & Cosey to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Tim Buckley,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Moody Blues,
The Dirtbombs,
Brick,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rakim,
Bronski Beat,
David Bowie,
The Techniques,
Gang Green,
Donny Hathaway,
Max Romeo,
Mandrill,
The Buckinghams,
Robert Görl,
Leonard Cohen,
Donald Byrd,
Stockholm Monsters,
Charles Mingus,
Dennis Brown,
Cybotron,
The Red Krayola,
Warren Ellis,
Scratch Acid,
Outsiders,
The Walker Brothers,
the Slits,
Yazoo,
Ultravox,
The Toasters,
Pussy Galore,
Black Pus,
Marc Almond,
Erykah Badu,
The Kinks,
The Vogues,
Patti Smith,
Suicide,
Severed Heads,
The Durutti Column,
Gichy Dan,
D'Angelo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Man Parrish,
New Order,
Theoretical Girls,
Negative Approach,
Second Layer,
The Trojans,
Slick Rick,
Gil Scott Heron,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sam Rivers,
Japan,
Alphaville,
T. Rex,
Idris Muhammad,
Letta Mbulu,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.