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 Mexico and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 The New Christs to the crunk 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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
K-Klass,
Joe Smooth,
FM Einheit,
Bob Dylan,
The Doors,
The Moleskins,
Gang Green,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fear,
Qualms,
8 Eyed Spy,
Thompson Twins,
Howard Jones,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Monks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Radio Birdman,
Marc Almond,
Prince Buster,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Blues Magoos,
Unwound,
Circle Jerks,
Minny Pops,
The Mojo Men,
The Associates,
Little Man,
Nas,
David Axelrod,
Steve Hackett,
The Kinks,
The Slackers,
Sound Behaviour,
X-101,
Can,
Mandrill,
DJ Style,
Bizarre Inc.,
DNA,
Nick Fraelich,
the Soft Cell,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lungfish,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sonic Youth,
The Slits,
Banda Bassotti,
Bauhaus,
Robert Hood,
Stereo Dub,
Andrew Hill,
The Stooges,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.