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 Cape Verde and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Houston.
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 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 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 The Smoke to the techno 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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
F. McDonald,
The Grass Roots,
Kaleidoscope,
Sun Ra,
Lower 48,
Sixth Finger,
Maleditus Sound,
Underground Resistance,
The Busters,
Fluxion,
Scion,
10cc,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nirvana,
The Invisible,
Peter & Gordon,
The Saints,
One Last Wish,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Aural Exciters,
the Normal,
The Skatalites,
Donny Hathaway,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Country Teasers,
Kurtis Blow,
Sound Behaviour,
Patti Smith,
Minny Pops,
Gabor Szabo,
Gang of Four,
The Evens,
Quantec,
The Fire Engines,
FM Einheit,
Eric Dolphy,
Deadbeat,
Zapp,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Soft Cell,
Amazonics,
Mars,
Gang Green,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Fania All-Stars,
Judy Mowatt,
OOIOO,
Bad Manners,
Minnie Riperton,
The Techniques,
Flipper,
Circle Jerks,
X-Ray Spex,
Vainqueur,
The Angels of Light,
Pantaleimon,
Derrick Morgan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lightning Bolt,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.