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 Nauru and from Madrid.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Essential Logic to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Henry Cow,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Spandau Ballet,
Tom Boy,
Negative Approach,
Panda Bear,
Skaos,
Soft Machine,
The Gories,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Smog,
DJ Style,
The Wake,
Minor Threat,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Terry Callier,
Charles Mingus,
Bobby Byrd,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pole,
Dark Day,
Babytalk,
Dorothy Ashby,
cv313,
The Stooges,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bill Near,
Ituana,
Moebius,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Brothers Johnson,
Tommy Roe,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eve St. Jones,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ponytail,
Bluetip,
Soft Cell,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Underground Resistance,
Jeff Mills,
T.S.O.L.,
Urselle,
Ice-T,
Moss Icon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Moody Blues,
48th St. Collective,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Slackers,
Vainqueur,
The Young Rascals,
Nick Fraelich,
Ten City,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Sonics,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.