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 United Kingdom and from Toronto.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Technova to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Q and Not U,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bizarre Inc.,
New York Dolls,
This Heat,
Circle Jerks,
Nation of Ulysses,
B.T. Express,
The Moleskins,
Kayak,
Hardrive,
Curtis Mayfield,
Roger Hodgson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marc Almond,
the Bar-Kays,
Au Pairs,
The Invisible,
The Busters,
Ludus,
Spoonie Gee,
DJ Style,
Kas Product,
Swans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
June Days,
Scientists,
The Evens,
Cal Tjader,
Ice-T,
the Human League,
The Mojo Men,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Laurel Aitken,
Sound Behaviour,
Little Man,
Cymande,
The Barracudas,
The Fall,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gichy Dan,
The Flesh Eaters,
David Axelrod,
Deepchord,
Mars,
Unrelated Segments,
Harmonia,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Crooked Eye,
T. Rex,
Bauhaus,
Fatback Band,
Jeff Mills,
Bobby Womack,
D'Angelo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Susan Cadogan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.