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 Iraq and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin 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 Graham Central Station to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Germs,
Warsaw,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Arthur Verocai,
K-Klass,
The Fall,
Jacob Miller,
Japan,
Brothers Johnson,
Gang Green,
Mars,
Joe Smooth,
The Blackbyrds,
John Foxx,
Glenn Branca,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Minny Pops,
Bush Tetras,
Ultra Naté,
Aural Exciters,
Scion,
Massinfluence,
Moby Grape,
Rhythm & Sound,
Swell Maps,
Silicon Teens,
Boogie Down Productions,
DJ Style,
Marmalade,
Wasted Youth,
Siglo XX,
David Axelrod,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lee Hazlewood,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Patti Smith,
Pulsallama,
Radiohead,
Bobby Womack,
kango's stein massive,
Parry Music,
Young Marble Giants,
The Sonics,
Judy Mowatt,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eden Ahbez,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Junior Murvin,
Flamin' Groovies,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Porter Ricks,
Brick,
Unrelated Segments,
The Blues Magoos,
Ornette Coleman,
Pylon,
The Electric Prunes,
Amon Düül,
The Slackers,
The Litter,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.