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 Panama and from Madrid.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Lou Reed 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 Accadde A to the rock 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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Lebanon Hanover,
Altered Images,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Zero Boys,
David Axelrod,
Das Ding,
Agitation Free,
Grandmaster Flash,
Godley & Creme,
The Associates,
Sarah Menescal,
Donny Hathaway,
Andrew Hill,
Joy Division,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Donald Byrd,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cheater Slicks,
John Coltrane,
Rekid,
Gabor Szabo,
La Düsseldorf,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Cure,
The Searchers,
Bobby Sherman,
Faust,
The Velvet Underground,
Pulsallama,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Blues Magoos,
The Walker Brothers,
Excepter,
Soft Machine,
The Red Krayola,
Freddie Wadling,
Roger Hodgson,
Television,
Young Marble Giants,
Drive Like Jehu,
Iggy Pop,
Flipper,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sandy B,
Harry Pussy,
The Standells,
David McCallum,
a-ha,
Scott Walker,
The Neon Judgement,
Deadbeat,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bill Near,
The Monks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kool Moe Dee,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Fuzztones,
Boredoms,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.