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 Belarus and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Terrestrial Tones to the electroclash 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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Trumans Water,
Moss Icon,
Bronski Beat,
The Neon Judgement,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Stetsasonic,
Sarah Menescal,
Marmalade,
Darondo,
Fat Boys,
Sister Nancy,
Wolf Eyes,
Neu!,
The Sound,
Yusef Lateef,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Soft Cell,
Gang Starr,
Kerri Chandler,
Pylon,
Metal Thangz,
The Techniques,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Groovy Waters,
The Moleskins,
kango's stein massive,
Minny Pops,
Gong,
Byron Stingily,
Unwound,
Black Pus,
Swell Maps,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Hot Snakes,
Eden Ahbez,
The Smiths,
Fort Wilson Riot,
David Bowie,
Derrick May,
D'Angelo,
Oneida,
Barbara Tucker,
Flash Fearless,
Khruangbin,
Dark Day,
Junior Murvin,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sandy B,
Prince Buster,
Peter and Kerry,
Stockholm Monsters,
These Immortal Souls,
Duran Duran,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tim Buckley,
Eurythmics,
Soft Machine,
Make Up,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.