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 Cuba and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lalann to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
the Soft Cell,
Make Up,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Moleskins,
Sonny Sharrock,
Clear Light,
The Searchers,
Laurel Aitken,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Pop Group,
June Days,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Junior Murvin,
Warren Ellis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Circle Jerks,
Ultravox,
Tubeway Army,
Monks,
Ponytail,
Soul Sonic Force,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Terrestrial Tones,
Camouflage,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Victims,
The American Breed,
Delon & Dalcan,
X-101,
Reuben Wilson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Doobie Brothers,
T.S.O.L.,
Cymande,
The Evens,
Minutemen,
Ronan,
Icehouse,
Pere Ubu,
Black Moon,
The Star Department,
Kerri Chandler,
Robert Wyatt,
Man Eating Sloth,
Barbara Tucker,
Organ,
cv313,
Crash Course in Science,
Don Cherry,
Arthur Verocai,
Guru Guru,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joyce Sims,
The Zeros,
The Smoke,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.