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 Turkmenistan and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 guitar 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 Kaleidoscope to the dance 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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Barry Ungar,
Jandek,
Glenn Branca,
Arthur Verocai,
The Zeros,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Raincoats,
This Heat,
Quantec,
Bill Wells,
Monks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rapeman,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fatback Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Todd Rundgren,
Amon Düül II,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Minny Pops,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lucky Dragons,
B.T. Express,
The Blues Magoos,
Derrick May,
Mark Hollis,
Avey Tare,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Intrusion,
Mandrill,
Dead Boys,
Bad Manners,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Agent Orange,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Isaac Hayes,
Los Fastidios,
Aaron Thompson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sister Nancy,
Crash Course in Science,
World's Most,
Nas,
The Mummies,
Altered Images,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kenny Larkin,
Supertramp,
Quando Quango,
K-Klass,
Babytalk,
Sex Pistols,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Gories,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ornette Coleman,
Wally Richardson,
The Tremeloes,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.