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 Georgia and from Edmonton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Captain Beefheart 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 The Skatalites to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Technova,
Fatback Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Parry Music,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Second Layer,
The Gories,
Wolf Eyes,
Mary Jane Girls,
David Axelrod,
Warren Ellis,
X-Ray Spex,
Brass Construction,
The Victims,
Supertramp,
John Cale,
John Lydon,
The Doors,
The J.B.'s,
Lebanon Hanover,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Altered Images,
Bluetip,
The Saints,
ABBA,
Model 500,
The Modern Lovers,
Ken Boothe,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Association,
Todd Rundgren,
David McCallum,
Severed Heads,
The Star Department,
Liliput,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Stockholm Monsters,
Newcleus,
Gichy Dan,
Circle Jerks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wire,
The Offenders,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sun Ra,
Steve Hackett,
Inner City,
Marcia Griffiths,
a-ha,
Erykah Badu,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Shadows of Knight,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dave Gahan,
Andrew Hill,
Aloha Tigers,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.