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 Kiribati and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 rhodes 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 Sun City Girls to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Eve St. Jones,
The Cure,
Skarface,
Quantec,
The Neon Judgement,
New York Dolls,
Reagan Youth,
The Smiths,
Faust,
Main Source,
Das Ding,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Los Fastidios,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eli Mardock,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eddi Front,
Drive Like Jehu,
UT,
kango's stein massive,
Masters at Work,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Deadbeat,
Dead Boys,
Lower 48,
June Days,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Quando Quango,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Tremeloes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Massinfluence,
the Bar-Kays,
Marvin Gaye,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Agitation Free,
Roxette,
Derrick May,
David Bowie,
Boredoms,
Ken Boothe,
L. Decosne,
Delta 5,
The Evens,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mr. Review,
Graham Central Station,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Josef K,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sandy B,
Barbara Tucker,
Maleditus Sound,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.