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 Switzerland and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the crunk 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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Blake Baxter,
Lucky Dragons,
Lyres,
Darondo,
Marvin Gaye,
B.T. Express,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Red Krayola,
Soft Machine,
The Count Five,
Essential Logic,
F. McDonald,
Au Pairs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ronnie Foster,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rotary Connection,
Janne Schatter,
Niagra,
The Gladiators,
Siglo XX,
Pharoah Sanders,
Young Marble Giants,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bang On A Can,
The Moleskins,
John Lydon,
The Birthday Party,
Moss Icon,
Mo-Dettes,
The Stooges,
Von Mondo,
Marine Girls,
Newcleus,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Yusef Lateef,
Oblivians,
Underground Resistance,
Grey Daturas,
Hot Snakes,
The Index,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lou Reed,
The Tremeloes,
Girls At Our Best!,
E-Dancer,
The Techniques,
the Slits,
Sexual Harrassment,
Brick,
UT,
Al Stewart,
Infiniti,
Rufus Thomas,
The Fall,
Soft Cell,
Sight & Sound,
Joey Negro,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.