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 Sweden and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Skaos to the electroclash 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Harpers Bizarre,
Metal Thangz,
Cluster,
Technova,
Depeche Mode,
The Gories,
Idris Muhammad,
48th St. Collective,
Monolake,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Iggy Pop,
AZ,
KRS-One,
David Bowie,
Charles Mingus,
The Angels of Light,
Eve St. Jones,
Hoover,
The Raincoats,
Das Ding,
Black Moon,
Sällskapet,
Erykah Badu,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Crispy Ambulance,
Subhumans,
Nation of Ulysses,
Susan Cadogan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lucky Dragons,
Scientists,
Alphaville,
Bobby Sherman,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Anthony Braxton,
Bill Wells,
Dark Day,
Wasted Youth,
DJ Style,
Drive Like Jehu,
EPMD,
LL Cool J,
Sandy B,
Electric Prunes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
La Düsseldorf,
The Mighty Diamonds,
John Holt,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tommy Roe,
Prince Buster,
Cymande,
The Gun Club,
Tom Boy,
Lou Christie,
Blancmange,
Crash Course in Science,
Siglo XX,
Fear,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.