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 Lithuania and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Davy DMX to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Letta Mbulu,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Glenn Branca,
Jandek,
Radiohead,
The Doobie Brothers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The New Christs,
Maleditus Sound,
Josef K,
Rotary Connection,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jacob Miller,
Section 25,
Peter & Gordon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jacques Brel,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ituana,
Second Layer,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Leaves,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marvin Gaye,
The J.B.'s,
Wally Richardson,
Fear,
Pere Ubu,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Arab on Radar,
The Saints,
Newcleus,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Banda Bassotti,
Brick,
Bobby Byrd,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Toasters,
Roger Hodgson,
Loose Ends,
Trumans Water,
Sister Nancy,
The Vogues,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gang Gang Dance,
10cc,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Sound,
Bob Dylan,
Pylon,
Reuben Wilson,
Black Flag,
Gang Starr,
The Monks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Boz Scaggs,
Howard Jones,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.