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 Lithuania and from New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Robert Palmer 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 Chris & Cosey to the disco 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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Scott Walker,
Althea and Donna,
Malaria!,
Scratch Acid,
Rekid,
John Cale,
Q and Not U,
Crime,
Schoolly D,
Boz Scaggs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The United States of America,
Arthur Verocai,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ituana,
Spandau Ballet,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Invisible,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Monks,
Jeff Mills,
the Bar-Kays,
Erykah Badu,
Ten City,
Saccharine Trust,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sam Rivers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Vladislav Delay,
Arcadia,
David Axelrod,
The Gap Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The J.B.'s,
Bob Dylan,
The Searchers,
Public Enemy,
Joey Negro,
Pantytec,
Gang Green,
Masters at Work,
Curtis Mayfield,
Flipper,
The Angels of Light,
Babytalk,
Pulsallama,
Urselle,
Roger Hodgson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mandrill,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lucky Dragons,
the Human League,
Khruangbin,
Cybotron,
Inner City,
Jacques Brel,
Alison Limerick,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.