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 Uruguay and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Radiohead to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
The Mummies,
Eric Dolphy,
Gabor Szabo,
The Knickerbockers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Dave Clark Five,
Blancmange,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Neil Young,
Todd Terry,
Harmonia,
Joe Smooth,
The Velvet Underground,
The Gories,
Electric Prunes,
Bush Tetras,
Crime,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
PIL,
The Smoke,
Godley & Creme,
Susan Cadogan,
Dave Gahan,
Roy Ayers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dorothy Ashby,
EPMD,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ken Boothe,
Hoover,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cybotron,
Interpol,
The Residents,
Lalo Schifrin,
Barbara Tucker,
Laurel Aitken,
Kayak,
Avey Tare,
Quadrant,
The Skatalites,
Man Parrish,
Kerrie Biddell,
Soft Machine,
Pulsallama,
Jandek,
Amon Düül II,
John Foxx,
The Sound,
Banda Bassotti,
Au Pairs,
The Toasters,
Rekid,
Patti Smith,
Skarface,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Severed Heads,
John Cale,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Make Up,
Lindisfarne,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.