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 Cyprus and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Radiopuhelimet 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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Moody Blues,
Joe Finger,
kango's stein massive,
Shoche,
Rakim,
Masters at Work,
Fear,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sonic Youth,
John Coltrane,
New Order,
Inner City,
Main Source,
Organ,
The Index,
Nirvana,
The Remains,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sarah Menescal,
Hasil Adkins,
One Last Wish,
Agent Orange,
Darondo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Niagra,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Red Krayola,
The Motions,
The Electric Prunes,
the Slits,
Crispy Ambulance,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lower 48,
Warsaw,
Althea and Donna,
Mary Jane Girls,
Suburban Knight,
Country Teasers,
Absolute Body Control,
Brothers Johnson,
Barrington Levy,
Popol Vuh,
Angry Samoans,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nils Olav,
Joensuu 1685,
Amon Düül II,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Doors,
Duran Duran,
Man Eating Sloth,
Procol Harum,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Young Rascals,
Juan Atkins,
Second Layer,
Dennis Brown,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.