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 Portland.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Stockholm.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Blackbyrds to the disco 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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Cecil Taylor,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Birthday Party,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Slits,
Joensuu 1685,
Deakin,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Trojans,
Lou Reed,
FM Einheit,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
New Age Steppers,
Symarip,
Can,
Urselle,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Crooked Eye,
Harpers Bizarre,
Curtis Mayfield,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Slits,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rod Modell,
Robert Wyatt,
Darondo,
The Martian,
Con Funk Shun,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Soft Cell,
Lalo Schifrin,
Camberwell Now,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Alison Limerick,
Technova,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Dave Clark Five,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Peter and Kerry,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Human League,
Dark Day,
Scion,
Au Pairs,
Reuben Wilson,
The Gun Club,
Scan 7,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
World's Most,
The Star Department,
R.M.O.,
The Modern Lovers,
The Fugs,
Sonic Youth,
Max Romeo,
Pulsallama,
Thee Headcoats,
Model 500,
Oneida,
Scott Walker,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.