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 Malaysia and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 clarinet 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 Alice Coltrane to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill 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 marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
JFA,
Chris & Cosey,
Mantronix,
Q65,
Michelle Simonal,
The Last Poets,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Smoke,
Joe Finger,
The Doors,
Sun Ra,
Ten City,
The Walker Brothers,
Audionom,
Hot Snakes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marmalade,
Charles Mingus,
Traffic Nightmare,
Andrew Hill,
Joensuu 1685,
X-102,
Trumans Water,
The Gun Club,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kaleidoscope,
The Mojo Men,
Lakeside,
X-101,
Terrestrial Tones,
Adolescents,
The Barracudas,
Fluxion,
Hasil Adkins,
Terry Callier,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Sonics,
Boredoms,
Boz Scaggs,
Liliput,
Dark Day,
Sixth Finger,
Fat Boys,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Steve Hackett,
Yaz,
Marc Almond,
Roxy Music,
Flash Fearless,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Slackers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nation of Ulysses,
FM Einheit,
Pierre Henry,
Chris Corsano,
Danielle Patucci,
Frankie Knuckles,
Vainqueur,
Eden Ahbez,
Henry Cow,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.