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 Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kool Moe Dee to the funk 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Roxy Music,
Joe Smooth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Animal Collective,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Buckinghams,
Roger Hodgson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gabor Szabo,
Juan Atkins,
X-101,
Echospace,
Joyce Sims,
Fat Boys,
The Cure,
The Smoke,
Sixth Finger,
Joensuu 1685,
DJ Sneak,
Althea and Donna,
Banda Bassotti,
James White and The Blacks,
Electric Prunes,
Derrick May,
The Invisible,
Roxette,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Camberwell Now,
Curtis Mayfield,
Throbbing Gristle,
E-Dancer,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Cowsills,
Dennis Brown,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Beau Brummels,
Bluetip,
The Gap Band,
Skarface,
Procol Harum,
The Walker Brothers,
Todd Terry,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Aural Exciters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joy Division,
Ludus,
Mandrill,
AZ,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Flash Fearless,
Sällskapet,
The Victims,
Man Parrish,
Maurizio,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.