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 Kiribati and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Prince Buster to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Nirvana,
Soft Machine,
Moss Icon,
Mark Hollis,
B.T. Express,
Cameo,
Sun Ra,
DJ Style,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Blackbyrds,
Von Mondo,
Rites of Spring,
the Normal,
Frankie Knuckles,
Piero Umiliani,
The Cramps,
The Fuzztones,
Bobby Byrd,
Boogie Down Productions,
Hardrive,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ossler,
Moby Grape,
Nik Kershaw,
June of 44,
Rosa Yemen,
EPMD,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Black Sheep,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kerrie Biddell,
Grandmaster Flash,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roy Ayers,
Darondo,
The Move,
Patti Smith,
The Victims,
Unwound,
Idris Muhammad,
Gang Starr,
Sugar Minott,
Zero Boys,
The Sisters of Mercy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Black Flag,
The Cowsills,
Nick Fraelich,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bobby Sherman,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Popol Vuh,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Motorama,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gichy Dan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ronan,
Little Man,
Lindisfarne,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.