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 Mauritania and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord 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 Rekid to the grunge 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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Gun Club,
Sonic Youth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eric Dolphy,
Mo-Dettes,
Bob Dylan,
The Toasters,
Sight & Sound,
Magma,
Ossler,
L. Decosne,
cv313,
Marine Girls,
Theoretical Girls,
Unrelated Segments,
The Skatalites,
The Zeros,
In Retrospect,
Johnny Clarke,
Josef K,
Jacques Brel,
The Index,
Grey Daturas,
The Associates,
Carl Craig,
Malaria!,
Avey Tare,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
kango's stein massive,
the Germs,
Rotary Connection,
Boogie Down Productions,
Agitation Free,
These Immortal Souls,
Young Marble Giants,
Bobby Womack,
a-ha,
Eurythmics,
Underground Resistance,
Man Eating Sloth,
Zero Boys,
Freddie Wadling,
Yazoo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Fire Engines,
Index,
Alton Ellis,
The Dead C,
Neu!,
Buzzcocks,
MDC,
The Red Krayola,
The Techniques,
Janne Schatter,
Anthony Braxton,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.