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 Poland and from Bremen.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 güiro 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 Don Cherry to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Hashim,
In Retrospect,
Nico,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Fall,
Fatback Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pussy Galore,
The Cowsills,
Model 500,
Anthony Braxton,
Aural Exciters,
James White and The Blacks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kerrie Biddell,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
ABC,
The Cramps,
Urselle,
Lungfish,
The Remains,
The Smiths,
Gerry Rafferty,
Barbara Tucker,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Litter,
The Doors,
The Grass Roots,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Essential Logic,
Jawbox,
The New Christs,
Hot Snakes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rekid,
Ultravox,
Skriet,
48th St. Collective,
Curtis Mayfield,
Josef K,
Bob Dylan,
Country Teasers,
Massinfluence,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Drexciya,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Henry Cow,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sexual Harrassment,
Guru Guru,
The J.B.'s,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tres Demented,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Davy DMX,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.