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 Mali and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 sitar 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 Graham Central Station to the electroclash 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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras 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 mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lakeside,
Skarface,
The Tremeloes,
Freddie Wadling,
Morten Harket,
Thompson Twins,
Wings,
Au Pairs,
The Last Poets,
Susan Cadogan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Toni Rubio,
Barry Ungar,
Max Romeo,
The Fuzztones,
Donald Byrd,
Idris Muhammad,
Erykah Badu,
Archie Shepp,
Minor Threat,
Television,
Kevin Saunderson,
Agent Orange,
Vainqueur,
The Searchers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Electric Prunes,
Rekid,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Quando Quango,
Terrestrial Tones,
Roxy Music,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Yaz,
Pierre Henry,
R.M.O.,
Neil Young,
Y Pants,
The Dave Clark Five,
Royal Trux,
The Cure,
The Sound,
Hardrive,
Peter and Kerry,
the Normal,
Joy Division,
Buzzcocks,
Panda Bear,
Drexciya,
Negative Approach,
Kaleidoscope,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nick Fraelich,
Visage,
Matthew Bourne,
48th St. Collective,
The Gladiators,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.