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 Samoa and from Hong Kong.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Groovy Waters to the punk 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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
cv313,
Rites of Spring,
Sonny Sharrock,
Harry Pussy,
Funky Four + One,
Skarface,
Massinfluence,
Television,
Davy DMX,
Agitation Free,
World's Most,
Bobby Sherman,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cluster,
Scion,
Alphaville,
Rapeman,
New York Dolls,
The Offenders,
Warsaw,
Althea and Donna,
Arthur Verocai,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bob Dylan,
Sam Rivers,
Idris Muhammad,
Zapp,
Deakin,
Lalo Schifrin,
Adolescents,
Byron Stingily,
Marshall Jefferson,
June Days,
Silicon Teens,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mission of Burma,
Kaleidoscope,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Slick Rick,
Essential Logic,
Metal Thangz,
Gong,
Reagan Youth,
Fear,
Malaria!,
Heaven 17,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Donny Hathaway,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Motorama,
The Happenings,
Shoche,
Aural Exciters,
Tres Demented,
The Monochrome Set,
Marc Almond,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.