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 Togo 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 chamberlin 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 Marcia Griffiths to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Au Pairs,
Visage,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Amon Düül II,
Crooked Eye,
Ohio Players,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Loose Ends,
James White and The Blacks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pussy Galore,
DNA,
The Mummies,
Cymande,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Fugs,
Schoolly D,
Skaos,
Popol Vuh,
Mission of Burma,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
T. Rex,
Idris Muhammad,
Funkadelic,
KRS-One,
Masters at Work,
Vainqueur,
Cameo,
Ronnie Foster,
Fluxion,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Metal Thangz,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Stooges,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Amazonics,
Dennis Brown,
Basic Channel,
The Sound,
The Tremeloes,
Yaz,
Terrestrial Tones,
Slave,
Mad Mike,
Zero Boys,
Pantaleimon,
Cybotron,
Country Teasers,
Sam Rivers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Niagra,
The Selecter,
Tropical Tobacco,
Steve Hackett,
Banda Bassotti,
Oneida,
China Crisis,
Mo-Dettes,
Public Image Ltd.,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.