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 Salvador.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Cowsills to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Henry Cow,
Warren Ellis,
David McCallum,
The Misunderstood,
LL Cool J,
World's Most,
Ice-T,
Severed Heads,
Hasil Adkins,
The Fugs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Flash Fearless,
Erykah Badu,
Marmalade,
Quantec,
Yaz,
The Moleskins,
Rosa Yemen,
Charles Mingus,
Robert Wyatt,
Flamin' Groovies,
Maleditus Sound,
Silicon Teens,
The Doors,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Parry Music,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bluetip,
Tropical Tobacco,
Barclay James Harvest,
Erasure,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Warsaw,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Names,
Ornette Coleman,
Symarip,
Freddie Wadling,
The Slits,
Fatback Band,
Pantaleimon,
Qualms,
Jeff Lynne,
Soulsonic Force,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Evens,
Bobby Womack,
Deepchord,
Faust,
The Barracudas,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kool Moe Dee,
Clear Light,
Suburban Knight,
Mr. Review,
Radiohead,
Alton Ellis,
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You don't know what you really want.
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You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.