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 Kenya 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Albert Ayler,
Mr. Review,
Popol Vuh,
The Five Americans,
Mars,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Slackers,
Skaos,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Mojo Men,
The Black Dice,
Underground Resistance,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jesper Dahlback,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Chrome,
Danielle Patucci,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rod Modell,
The Golliwogs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tres Demented,
Electric Prunes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Animal Collective,
Agent Orange,
Aloha Tigers,
Michelle Simonal,
Can,
Goldenarms,
Bizarre Inc.,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bang On A Can,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Harry Pussy,
Kerri Chandler,
Crispian St. Peters,
Skriet,
Los Fastidios,
Zero Boys,
The Alarm Clocks,
Second Layer,
Boz Scaggs,
Wasted Youth,
Ludus,
Joe Finger,
Tim Buckley,
Dead Boys,
Thompson Twins,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joyce Sims,
The Busters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Charles Mingus,
Aswad,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scion,
The Dirtbombs,
Vladislav Delay,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.