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 Ukraine and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Visage to the techno 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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Angry Samoans,
Hashim,
Parry Music,
Khruangbin,
Buzzcocks,
D'Angelo,
The Monochrome Set,
The Wake,
Skarface,
PIL,
Babytalk,
Nick Fraelich,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
10cc,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Alton Ellis,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Pretty Things,
H. Thieme,
Subhumans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Goldenarms,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pagans,
The Dead C,
Skaos,
The Cramps,
Lalo Schifrin,
UT,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nico,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Velvet Underground,
B.T. Express,
Rod Modell,
Arcadia,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Frankie Knuckles,
Malaria!,
The Selecter,
Alice Coltrane,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Colin Newman,
Peter and Kerry,
Archie Shepp,
Thompson Twins,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nils Olav,
Shoche,
Freddie Wadling,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Skatalites,
Big Daddy Kane,
Panda Bear,
cv313,
Mad Mike,
Qualms,
The Vogues,
Stockholm Monsters,
Barclay James Harvest,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.