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 the UAE and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Michael McDonald 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Symarip,
Cecil Taylor,
MDC,
The Move,
Popol Vuh,
Adolescents,
The Litter,
The Dead C,
Amon Düül,
Barbara Tucker,
Harmonia,
The Vogues,
Peter & Gordon,
The Kinks,
Pet Shop Boys,
One Last Wish,
Negative Approach,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bobby Sherman,
Freddie Wadling,
Ronnie Foster,
Intrusion,
Desert Stars,
Erykah Badu,
The Pretty Things,
Rakim,
Von Mondo,
Camouflage,
Lee Hazlewood,
DJ Sneak,
Fela Kuti,
Ice-T,
Thompson Twins,
Accadde A,
Scan 7,
Max Romeo,
Ludus,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Fall,
Circle Jerks,
Pere Ubu,
Glenn Branca,
The Fire Engines,
Oblivians,
Minny Pops,
La Düsseldorf,
Rotary Connection,
Johnny Clarke,
Siglo XX,
Alphaville,
The Moleskins,
David Axelrod,
Flamin' Groovies,
Glambeats Corp.,
Leonard Cohen,
the Slits,
Sex Pistols,
Scrapy,
The Birthday Party,
Qualms,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.