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 Iceland and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Salvador.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Absolute Body Control to the techno 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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
The Saints,
Glenn Branca,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lou Christie,
Lungfish,
Q and Not U,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Slits,
Audionom,
Heaven 17,
The Motions,
Soul Sonic Force,
Amon Düül,
Desert Stars,
Minor Threat,
Steve Hackett,
Joey Negro,
The Angels of Light,
Eli Mardock,
Moby Grape,
Sight & Sound,
Ice-T,
Newcleus,
Gastr Del Sol,
kango's stein massive,
Barbara Tucker,
Blossom Toes,
Matthew Halsall,
Roy Ayers,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Walker Brothers,
Eve St. Jones,
Sixth Finger,
Johnny Osbourne,
Niagra,
The Toasters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Faraquet,
The Selecter,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Offenders,
The Five Americans,
The J.B.'s,
Symarip,
Sister Nancy,
Fela Kuti,
EPMD,
Peter & Gordon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Evens,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Aural Exciters,
Masters at Work,
Harry Pussy,
The Young Rascals,
Crispy Ambulance,
Crash Course in Science,
The Mighty Diamonds,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.