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 Tonga and from Halifax.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Toasters to the dance 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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
The Alarm Clocks,
Animal Collective,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Metal Thangz,
The Index,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Stockholm Monsters,
Japan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Leaves,
Lalann,
D'Angelo,
Wire,
Hoover,
Sister Nancy,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Sound,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Depeche Mode,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fluxion,
World's Most,
Bootsy Collins,
Monks,
R.M.O.,
Underground Resistance,
Lower 48,
Q and Not U,
Lalo Schifrin,
PIL,
Lightning Bolt,
In Retrospect,
L. Decosne,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Charles Mingus,
The Gun Club,
Moss Icon,
Bobby Womack,
The Move,
Hot Snakes,
Lyres,
DJ Style,
Funkadelic,
Brass Construction,
Gang Gang Dance,
Idris Muhammad,
New Order,
Popol Vuh,
Stetsasonic,
the Normal,
Pagans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Smoke,
Minnie Riperton,
Sparks,
The Knickerbockers,
One Last Wish,
AZ,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.