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 Netherlands and from Mexico City.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 organ 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 UT to the grime 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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
The Five Americans,
Blake Baxter,
Kenny Larkin,
Tom Boy,
Vladislav Delay,
Funky Four + One,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Thee Headcoats,
The Kinks,
The Vogues,
One Last Wish,
H. Thieme,
Television,
48th St. Collective,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Johnny Osbourne,
Flash Fearless,
Bauhaus,
Liliput,
Hot Snakes,
Alice Coltrane,
The Toasters,
The Star Department,
Letta Mbulu,
Magma,
Juan Atkins,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Avey Tare,
Inner City,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Y Pants,
The Moleskins,
Ponytail,
Circle Jerks,
Tres Demented,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Aaron Thompson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Pop Group,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Quantec,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Monochrome Set,
Radiohead,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marvin Gaye,
Yusef Lateef,
Dawn Penn,
John Lydon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wire,
Lucky Dragons,
The Sonics,
Half Japanese,
Gichy Dan,
Pylon,
Marmalade,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pulsallama,
Throbbing Gristle,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Khruangbin,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.