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 Qatar and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 808 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 Eric Dolphy to the grunge 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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Sparks,
Barry Ungar,
Black Pus,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Zeros,
Y Pants,
Eurythmics,
The Blues Magoos,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Thompson Twins,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gong,
Unwound,
Pussy Galore,
Symarip,
DJ Style,
T. Rex,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Minnie Riperton,
F. McDonald,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bootsy Collins,
Electric Prunes,
Excepter,
Max Romeo,
The Star Department,
Lyres,
Funky Four + One,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sam Rivers,
China Crisis,
Kaleidoscope,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Severed Heads,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jacques Brel,
Steve Hackett,
Arab on Radar,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bobby Womack,
The Evens,
E-Dancer,
The New Christs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joyce Sims,
Ice-T,
Second Layer,
Robert Görl,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pole,
Crime,
Aswad,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Peter & Gordon,
Jacob Miller,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.