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 Belgium and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Max Romeo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Main Source,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eli Mardock,
Excepter,
Inner City,
Chrome,
Funkadelic,
Youth Brigade,
New Order,
Bootsy Collins,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Q65,
Dead Boys,
Derrick May,
Lucky Dragons,
Das Ding,
a-ha,
Stetsasonic,
Lightning Bolt,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Procol Harum,
Half Japanese,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bang On A Can,
Shoche,
The American Breed,
Jeff Lynne,
Leonard Cohen,
Q and Not U,
Blancmange,
Howard Jones,
Porter Ricks,
Television Personalities,
World's Most,
Sam Rivers,
Sonny Sharrock,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Colin Newman,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Terry Callier,
Neil Young,
Chris Corsano,
Warren Ellis,
Laurel Aitken,
Kas Product,
Gregory Isaacs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Walker Brothers,
Sixth Finger,
Aural Exciters,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sunsets and Hearts,
X-102,
Matthew Bourne,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Star Department,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.