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 Guyana and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Guru Guru to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Masters at Work,
Oneida,
Popol Vuh,
Cheater Slicks,
H. Thieme,
Supertramp,
The Move,
Prince Buster,
Pagans,
The Standells,
Laurel Aitken,
Johnny Osbourne,
Patti Smith,
June Days,
The Alarm Clocks,
Matthew Bourne,
Johnny Clarke,
LL Cool J,
L. Decosne,
The Gap Band,
Clear Light,
Brand Nubian,
Black Sheep,
Inner City,
Mr. Review,
Minutemen,
Goldenarms,
Eric Copeland,
Monks,
Shuggie Otis,
La Düsseldorf,
DNA,
Roxette,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Joy Division,
The Neon Judgement,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Godley & Creme,
Kenny Larkin,
Thee Headcoats,
Echospace,
Gerry Rafferty,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fear,
Animal Collective,
Nik Kershaw,
The Fugs,
Fat Boys,
Eden Ahbez,
Circle Jerks,
Blossom Toes,
Sam Rivers,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sugar Minott,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Harmonia,
Marmalade,
The Moleskins,
Skriet,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.