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 France and from Tokyo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord 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 The Slits to the rap 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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
EPMD,
Main Source,
Blossom Toes,
Aaron Thompson,
Gang Starr,
Warren Ellis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Chris Corsano,
Kenny Larkin,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Standells,
Moebius,
Heaven 17,
Rekid,
X-101,
Urselle,
The Real Kids,
Masters at Work,
Quando Quango,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fugazi,
Pole,
Dennis Brown,
The Mummies,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Peter & Gordon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Clear Light,
Letta Mbulu,
Ultravox,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Remains,
Magazine,
The Doors,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Camouflage,
Grey Daturas,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Country Teasers,
Moss Icon,
Technova,
Sixth Finger,
Visage,
Funkadelic,
Accadde A,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sun City Girls,
Fela Kuti,
Sparks,
Pierre Henry,
Scion,
The Gories,
Q and Not U,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Camberwell Now,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ponytail,
The Sound,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.