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 Haiti and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the rock 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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Warsaw,
The Music Machine,
Steve Hackett,
Niagra,
The Busters,
Maleditus Sound,
The Saints,
Sight & Sound,
Brass Construction,
Agent Orange,
Make Up,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cybotron,
Rod Modell,
Technova,
T. Rex,
The Last Poets,
Model 500,
One Last Wish,
Cal Tjader,
Minnie Riperton,
Amon Düül,
Quando Quango,
Stiv Bators,
Gabor Szabo,
Quadrant,
Half Japanese,
The Monks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Average White Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scientists,
Hot Snakes,
Kas Product,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Mummies,
Sällskapet,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pulsallama,
The Slits,
L. Decosne,
B.T. Express,
The Motions,
Lou Reed,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Harry Pussy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Young Marble Giants,
Sexual Harrassment,
Groovy Waters,
Silicon Teens,
Kenny Larkin,
Jawbox,
Flash Fearless,
Quantec,
Cheater Slicks,
Radio Birdman,
Con Funk Shun,
Television Personalities,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.