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 Lithuania and from Bremen.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the electroclash 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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Nirvana,
The Star Department,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Associates,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jacques Brel,
Average White Band,
Althea and Donna,
Thompson Twins,
Marvin Gaye,
The Real Kids,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Blues Magoos,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joe Smooth,
Lalann,
Chris & Cosey,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Schoolly D,
Fatback Band,
Bauhaus,
John Holt,
The Alarm Clocks,
Agent Orange,
Young Marble Giants,
The American Breed,
Siglo XX,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marine Girls,
Henry Cow,
Man Parrish,
Cluster,
Animal Collective,
Eyeless In Gaza,
AZ,
Moebius,
The Invisible,
Moss Icon,
Khruangbin,
Freddie Wadling,
A Certain Ratio,
F. McDonald,
DNA,
Marc Almond,
Yusef Lateef,
Shuggie Otis,
Mark Hollis,
Gang of Four,
Ultra Naté,
The Gap Band,
T. Rex,
kango's stein massive,
Nico,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Royal Trux,
Technova,
the Bar-Kays,
The Pop Group,
Barrington Levy,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.