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 Togo and from New York.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Michael McDonald 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Leaves. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Wasted Youth,
Average White Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Hasil Adkins,
AZ,
Joey Negro,
Prince Buster,
Monolake,
Eric Copeland,
Derrick Morgan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Camouflage,
The Moleskins,
Skriet,
Excepter,
the Human League,
Oneida,
Gang Starr,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
OOIOO,
Al Stewart,
Alton Ellis,
The Human League,
Aloha Tigers,
Amon Düül II,
Motorama,
Index,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
E-Dancer,
Donny Hathaway,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
These Immortal Souls,
Lower 48,
Alice Coltrane,
Procol Harum,
Sound Behaviour,
Shoche,
Groovy Waters,
Ice-T,
Bobby Sherman,
The Mummies,
The Gun Club,
Lakeside,
Anthony Braxton,
Jandek,
Crash Course in Science,
Eric Dolphy,
Michelle Simonal,
U.S. Maple,
Rhythm & Sound,
Malaria!,
Patti Smith,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Judy Mowatt,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Accadde A,
New York Dolls,
Thompson Twins,
David McCallum,
The American Breed,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.