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 Argentina and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Porter Ricks to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Dead Boys,
a-ha,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Symarip,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Black Sheep,
F. McDonald,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Cure,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Warren Ellis,
Todd Terry,
The Kinks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tim Buckley,
The Gap Band,
AZ,
Pantaleimon,
Camberwell Now,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pet Shop Boys,
Hasil Adkins,
Fugazi,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
D'Angelo,
Gang of Four,
Half Japanese,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Patti Smith,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fad Gadget,
The Tremeloes,
The Dirtbombs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Shuggie Otis,
The Dead C,
Excepter,
The Pretty Things,
Drexciya,
Grey Daturas,
Pole,
The Slackers,
Tomorrow,
Nation of Ulysses,
Brand Nubian,
Surgeon,
The Electric Prunes,
Jeff Lynne,
Guru Guru,
Yazoo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
UT,
Moss Icon,
Agent Orange,
Lyres,
Clear Light,
Inner City,
The Fugs,
Derrick Morgan,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Moody Blues,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.