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 Paraguay and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Delhi.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Ken Boothe,
Bluetip,
Nico,
Fluxion,
Big Daddy Kane,
Archie Shepp,
The Moody Blues,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Public Image Ltd.,
D'Angelo,
Sixth Finger,
Zapp,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rosa Yemen,
Talk Talk,
Joensuu 1685,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Beau Brummels,
Rites of Spring,
Magma,
Toni Rubio,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scion,
Subhumans,
Buzzcocks,
Ice-T,
Michelle Simonal,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Camouflage,
The Names,
The Durutti Column,
Schoolly D,
The Zeros,
Frankie Knuckles,
Desert Stars,
Groovy Waters,
Brand Nubian,
Interpol,
Wolf Eyes,
Urselle,
Bush Tetras,
Black Moon,
X-Ray Spex,
The Buckinghams,
Unrelated Segments,
Silicon Teens,
The Leaves,
The Motions,
Wally Richardson,
The Techniques,
K-Klass,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Johnny Osbourne,
Section 25,
Cecil Taylor,
the Sonics,
Fatback Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
New Age Steppers,
Accadde A,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.