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 Cameroon and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Fela Kuti,
The Doobie Brothers,
Delta 5,
Rufus Thomas,
Jesper Dahlback,
Chris & Cosey,
Zapp,
Eve St. Jones,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lou Reed,
Qualms,
Johnny Clarke,
Minor Threat,
AZ,
Talk Talk,
Matthew Halsall,
Maurizio,
Fluxion,
The Fire Engines,
Freddie Wadling,
Masters at Work,
KRS-One,
Piero Umiliani,
Minutemen,
Aural Exciters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Oblivians,
The Buckinghams,
Carl Craig,
The Skatalites,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kayak,
Maleditus Sound,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Surgeon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Monochrome Set,
Wally Richardson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Yusef Lateef,
L. Decosne,
China Crisis,
Gong,
The Litter,
Amon Düül,
Bizarre Inc.,
Curtis Mayfield,
Brass Construction,
Zero Boys,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eden Ahbez,
Desert Stars,
Alphaville,
The Cramps,
The Seeds,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
A Certain Ratio,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.