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 India and from New York.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Supertramp to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Chrome,
D'Angelo,
Vladislav Delay,
Kurtis Blow,
Crash Course in Science,
China Crisis,
Shoche,
Hardrive,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
E-Dancer,
Maleditus Sound,
Essential Logic,
Mandrill,
The Moody Blues,
Dark Day,
Theoretical Girls,
Glambeats Corp.,
Motorama,
Laurel Aitken,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gerry Rafferty,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Can,
The United States of America,
Schoolly D,
X-102,
Oblivians,
Barry Ungar,
The Grass Roots,
Organ,
Metal Thangz,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Monks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tres Demented,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Soul II Soul,
Johnny Osbourne,
Livin' Joy,
Scientists,
Supertramp,
Cybotron,
Bill Wells,
Jandek,
Rufus Thomas,
Inner City,
Soft Cell,
Rekid,
Aaron Thompson,
Mr. Review,
The Flesh Eaters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Janne Schatter,
Pulsallama,
The Moleskins,
The Busters,
The Cure,
The Names,
Neu!,
Roger Hodgson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
T. Rex,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.