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 Italy 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator 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 Goldenarms to the funk 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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One 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 punk 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 a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
the Sonics,
Kas Product,
Television Personalities,
Hot Snakes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lalann,
Magazine,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Soft Cell,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ronnie Foster,
Hoover,
Electric Prunes,
Minutemen,
Sugar Minott,
X-102,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lalo Schifrin,
Motorama,
a-ha,
Amazonics,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Panda Bear,
Susan Cadogan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Y Pants,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Prince Buster,
Juan Atkins,
Urselle,
Blake Baxter,
Jeff Lynne,
The Selecter,
Groovy Waters,
Charles Mingus,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
James Chance & The Contortions,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Unwound,
Rosa Yemen,
Alphaville,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Iggy Pop,
The Walker Brothers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pole,
Reagan Youth,
Alice Coltrane,
Symarip,
Country Joe & The Fish,
R.M.O.,
Kerri Chandler,
Bobby Sherman,
Nils Olav,
ABC,
Livin' Joy,
Essential Logic,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Glambeats Corp.,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.