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 Marshall Islands and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Stockholm.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 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 The Doobie Brothers to the disco 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Aural Exciters,
Hoover,
Sight & Sound,
ABBA,
Vainqueur,
Flamin' Groovies,
Trumans Water,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lalann,
Sällskapet,
Tomorrow,
Yellowson,
Rekid,
D'Angelo,
Kurtis Blow,
The Stooges,
the Sonics,
Crooked Eye,
The Standells,
Matthew Halsall,
Juan Atkins,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Monochrome Set,
Deakin,
JFA,
Jeff Lynne,
Youth Brigade,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Erykah Badu,
The Evens,
Ohio Players,
The Fortunes,
Schoolly D,
The New Christs,
Kas Product,
Albert Ayler,
ABC,
a-ha,
DNA,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Beau Brummels,
Scion,
Peter and Kerry,
The Litter,
Camouflage,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
This Heat,
Scott Walker,
Bobbi Humphrey,
James Chance & The Contortions,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
John Lydon,
Nils Olav,
Underground Resistance,
The Moody Blues,
EPMD,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.