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 Tunisia and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ronnie Foster to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nico,
Harry Pussy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Talk Talk,
Todd Terry,
ABBA,
X-102,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
H. Thieme,
Jawbox,
Funkadelic,
Radiohead,
The Toasters,
Con Funk Shun,
Bob Dylan,
Albert Ayler,
Rufus Thomas,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mo-Dettes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Arthur Verocai,
Max Romeo,
DNA,
The J.B.'s,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Girls At Our Best!,
Crooked Eye,
The Sound,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nils Olav,
The Real Kids,
Groovy Waters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Brothers Johnson,
Royal Trux,
New York Dolls,
Minor Threat,
Ken Boothe,
T.S.O.L.,
Rod Modell,
Zero Boys,
Half Japanese,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Alison Limerick,
Lightning Bolt,
Sparks,
The Walker Brothers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Andrew Hill,
The Modern Lovers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Popol Vuh,
Johnny Osbourne,
Patti Smith,
Clear Light,
Scientists,
The Motions,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.