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 Samoa and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 guitar 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 Rufus Thomas to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
David Axelrod,
Bob Dylan,
The Grass Roots,
Susan Cadogan,
Fugazi,
Khruangbin,
Alison Limerick,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Charles Mingus,
Skarface,
Donny Hathaway,
Ash Ra Tempel,
New Order,
Rod Modell,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
PIL,
Arab on Radar,
Deadbeat,
kango's stein massive,
Crispian St. Peters,
Procol Harum,
ABC,
Surgeon,
The Evens,
Metal Thangz,
Zapp,
June of 44,
Clear Light,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scion,
Cluster,
Toni Rubio,
The Flesh Eaters,
Janne Schatter,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Davy DMX,
Swell Maps,
Wings,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cecil Taylor,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rakim,
Harry Pussy,
Yaz,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Section 25,
Silicon Teens,
Skaos,
E-Dancer,
The Fugs,
F. McDonald,
The Stooges,
Alton Ellis,
Hashim,
Marine Girls,
Rekid,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.