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 Czech Republic and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer 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 Whodini to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
The Invisible,
Grey Daturas,
Joensuu 1685,
The Moody Blues,
L. Decosne,
Alice Coltrane,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sixth Finger,
Goldenarms,
Joe Smooth,
Eve St. Jones,
Minutemen,
Silicon Teens,
Todd Rundgren,
the Sonics,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lalo Schifrin,
Zero Boys,
One Last Wish,
Cheater Slicks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
JFA,
Albert Ayler,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mandrill,
Soulsonic Force,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Easy Going,
The Electric Prunes,
Bootsy Collins,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Names,
Model 500,
New Order,
Chrome,
Mission of Burma,
The Martian,
The Monochrome Set,
Main Source,
cv313,
The Young Rascals,
Sandy B,
Pantaleimon,
Average White Band,
UT,
Au Pairs,
The Gap Band,
Wire,
Laurel Aitken,
Panda Bear,
Jeff Lynne,
Rhythm & Sound,
Aloha Tigers,
Tres Demented,
The Dirtbombs,
Con Funk Shun,
The Beau Brummels,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.