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 Afghanistan and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe 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 Skaos to the electroclash 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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen 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?
Young Marble Giants,
Soul II Soul,
Con Funk Shun,
Sex Pistols,
The Raincoats,
The Residents,
The Offenders,
Sugar Minott,
Judy Mowatt,
Roxy Music,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Reuben Wilson,
Lindisfarne,
Pharoah Sanders,
Outsiders,
Anakelly,
Joe Finger,
Clear Light,
The Buckinghams,
John Lydon,
the Human League,
The Gladiators,
The Count Five,
Yellowson,
Franke,
Amon Düül,
Nils Olav,
Charles Mingus,
Q65,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Happenings,
Bobby Byrd,
Ralphi Rosario,
DJ Sneak,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Slits,
Marine Girls,
Main Source,
The Litter,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scrapy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Donny Hathaway,
Zero Boys,
Davy DMX,
Stiv Bators,
The Grass Roots,
Section 25,
Amon Düül II,
The Beau Brummels,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Essential Logic,
Ossler,
The Fall,
the Soft Cell,
Kayak,
Bob Dylan,
James White and The Blacks,
Little Man,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Monolake,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.