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 Bhutan and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron 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 David Bowie to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Skatalites,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dave Gahan,
Subhumans,
John Foxx,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Radio Birdman,
Q65,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Doobie Brothers,
Deepchord,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bobby Womack,
The Real Kids,
Sarah Menescal,
H. Thieme,
Man Parrish,
Skaos,
Henry Cow,
Avey Tare,
Scratch Acid,
Funky Four + One,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Alton Ellis,
UT,
Cluster,
Mission of Burma,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lyres,
Essential Logic,
Blossom Toes,
The Techniques,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
K-Klass,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Al Stewart,
Shoche,
Brass Construction,
Mark Hollis,
Joey Negro,
James White and The Blacks,
the Human League,
Pet Shop Boys,
Minor Threat,
Minnie Riperton,
Todd Rundgren,
Sonic Youth,
Marvin Gaye,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Basic Channel,
Youth Brigade,
Franke,
Isaac Hayes,
This Heat,
The Happenings,
Barry Ungar,
Little Man,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.