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 Sweden and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Basic Channel to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Saccharine Trust,
Easy Going,
The Moody Blues,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Big Daddy Kane,
Amon Düül II,
Curtis Mayfield,
Can,
Absolute Body Control,
Soft Machine,
Whodini,
The Knickerbockers,
Wire,
In Retrospect,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Groovy Waters,
Rosa Yemen,
Ronan,
Magma,
Amazonics,
Slick Rick,
The Cramps,
Janne Schatter,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bobby Sherman,
the Slits,
Henry Cow,
The Velvet Underground,
The Trojans,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fad Gadget,
Hasil Adkins,
Gregory Isaacs,
Icehouse,
Camouflage,
Reagan Youth,
Gang of Four,
Soft Cell,
the Human League,
Country Teasers,
Newcleus,
The Searchers,
AZ,
Royal Trux,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Roxy Music,
Sun City Girls,
The Leaves,
Sonic Youth,
Byron Stingily,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jeff Lynne,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Zeros,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Seeds,
The Doors,
Sugar Minott,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.