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 El Salvador and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Scientists to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Los Fastidios,
These Immortal Souls,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Fall,
Soulsonic Force,
The Saints,
Sandy B,
MDC,
KRS-One,
Das Ding,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Magazine,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Porter Ricks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Modern Lovers,
Pulsallama,
Joe Finger,
Kurtis Blow,
Black Pus,
Wolf Eyes,
The Seeds,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Golliwogs,
Connie Case,
The Walker Brothers,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Motions,
Pantaleimon,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Residents,
Soul II Soul,
Al Stewart,
Glenn Branca,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Searchers,
Bluetip,
Zero Boys,
Bill Wells,
Marc Almond,
Maurizio,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Todd Rundgren,
Bobby Byrd,
The Divine Comedy,
Charles Mingus,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Organ,
Andrew Hill,
Matthew Halsall,
Boredoms,
Frankie Knuckles,
Man Parrish,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Techniques,
Bootsy Collins,
The Slits,
E-Dancer,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Music Machine,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.