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 Gambia 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba 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 Michelle Simonal to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Black Bananas,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Thee Headcoats,
Minnie Riperton,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Minny Pops,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mo-Dettes,
John Holt,
Lucky Dragons,
Loose Ends,
The Black Dice,
Mr. Review,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tubeway Army,
Cal Tjader,
Babytalk,
Visage,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Main Source,
Parry Music,
Black Moon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Soft Cell,
The Last Poets,
Alphaville,
Buzzcocks,
Aaron Thompson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Magma,
The Motions,
Gang of Four,
The Trojans,
Camberwell Now,
Black Sheep,
The Wake,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fugazi,
Angry Samoans,
Al Stewart,
The Buckinghams,
John Lydon,
Fat Boys,
Warsaw,
Surgeon,
Lindisfarne,
Aural Exciters,
The Slackers,
Anthony Braxton,
Vladislav Delay,
EPMD,
PIL,
Sam Rivers,
the Association,
Marine Girls,
Alison Limerick,
Jacob Miller,
John Coltrane,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.