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 Eritrea and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro 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 Quadrant to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scion,
the Sonics,
Chris Corsano,
Robert Hood,
Theoretical Girls,
Negative Approach,
B.T. Express,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Peter & Gordon,
Ken Boothe,
Wings,
Glenn Branca,
Black Bananas,
The Fall,
Guru Guru,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Names,
ABC,
Interpol,
Ice-T,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Monolake,
The Motions,
Scrapy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sixth Finger,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Doors,
Yellowson,
Young Marble Giants,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Neon Judgement,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lalann,
Ten City,
Hot Snakes,
D'Angelo,
Funky Four + One,
Joey Negro,
Soul II Soul,
Matthew Bourne,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scratch Acid,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Slits,
The Beau Brummels,
The Gun Club,
The Five Americans,
Anthony Braxton,
Ohio Players,
Television,
L. Decosne,
Soft Machine,
Althea and Donna,
Pagans,
T. Rex,
Gong,
The Gories,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.