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 Albania and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 clarinet 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
The Young Rascals,
Ornette Coleman,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Slave,
Mo-Dettes,
Index,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Echospace,
Accadde A,
Model 500,
Lyres,
Kas Product,
Lou Christie,
The Count Five,
Chrome,
Camberwell Now,
Graham Central Station,
Black Moon,
The Star Department,
Barry Ungar,
Reagan Youth,
Ituana,
ABBA,
Electric Prunes,
Symarip,
The Human League,
Crooked Eye,
Simply Red,
Drive Like Jehu,
Faraquet,
Gabor Szabo,
Thompson Twins,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
FM Einheit,
The Dirtbombs,
F. McDonald,
cv313,
Moebius,
KRS-One,
Radio Birdman,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ohio Players,
Dave Gahan,
Althea and Donna,
AZ,
Cecil Taylor,
Bootsy Collins,
Scion,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Interpol,
Harmonia,
Intrusion,
The Five Americans,
Wasted Youth,
Smog,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.