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 Grenada and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Derrick Morgan to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Dead Boys,
Quantec,
Faraquet,
The Misunderstood,
Flash Fearless,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Golliwogs,
Hardrive,
Lakeside,
Pere Ubu,
New Order,
Chrome,
Mad Mike,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Audionom,
Ultravox,
Alison Limerick,
Peter & Gordon,
Smog,
Ultra Naté,
Khruangbin,
The Moody Blues,
Agitation Free,
Unrelated Segments,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Essential Logic,
Monks,
Cymande,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The American Breed,
Bang On A Can,
Pantaleimon,
Johnny Clarke,
JFA,
Lucky Dragons,
48th St. Collective,
Eden Ahbez,
Kayak,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
New York Dolls,
Albert Ayler,
Public Image Ltd.,
Hashim,
Joyce Sims,
the Sonics,
Franke,
Intrusion,
the Slits,
Marvin Gaye,
Carl Craig,
Spoonie Gee,
Depeche Mode,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Doors,
Nik Kershaw,
Mo-Dettes,
Robert Görl,
Rekid,
Sister Nancy,
June Days,
Man Parrish,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.