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 Rwanda and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Selecter to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
a-ha,
Absolute Body Control,
Guru Guru,
Barry Ungar,
Stereo Dub,
The American Breed,
The Gories,
The Index,
Parry Music,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rites of Spring,
Amon Düül,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mad Mike,
Second Layer,
Harpers Bizarre,
Neu!,
Arab on Radar,
Jandek,
Gabor Szabo,
The Stooges,
The Electric Prunes,
The Move,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lalann,
Blossom Toes,
New York Dolls,
Thompson Twins,
Lakeside,
Matthew Halsall,
Arcadia,
June of 44,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Amazonics,
The New Christs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Invisible,
June Days,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Neil Young,
Liliput,
Trumans Water,
Eve St. Jones,
Warsaw,
Henry Cow,
The Searchers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Boz Scaggs,
Chris & Cosey,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Mojo Men,
Reagan Youth,
The Residents,
FM Einheit,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cluster,
Roy Ayers,
Wasted Youth,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lebanon Hanover,
Massinfluence,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.