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 Suriname and from Toronto.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 New Age Steppers to the jazz 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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Curtis Mayfield,
Camouflage,
Todd Terry,
Alison Limerick,
LL Cool J,
The Birthday Party,
Panda Bear,
Sugar Minott,
The Angels of Light,
The Young Rascals,
Pulsallama,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Moleskins,
Sixth Finger,
Joe Finger,
Skaos,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nils Olav,
Andrew Hill,
Minnie Riperton,
Electric Prunes,
X-Ray Spex,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Unwound,
R.M.O.,
Big Daddy Kane,
Agitation Free,
Khruangbin,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jacques Brel,
Quadrant,
The Blues Magoos,
The Misunderstood,
DJ Sneak,
Eden Ahbez,
Kas Product,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Zeros,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Masters at Work,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gang Green,
The Detroit Cobras,
The New Christs,
Animal Collective,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Morten Harket,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Associates,
Monks,
Nik Kershaw,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Reuben Wilson,
The Mummies,
Ituana,
Black Bananas,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.