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 Mozambique and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Edmonton.
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 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 David Bowie 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 Stooges to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Zero Boys,
Pylon,
Shuggie Otis,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mark Hollis,
U.S. Maple,
10cc,
Rekid,
Rapeman,
New Order,
Crash Course in Science,
John Holt,
Infiniti,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Swans,
Jesper Dahlback,
Thompson Twins,
Tomorrow,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dead Boys,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cal Tjader,
Connie Case,
The Buckinghams,
The American Breed,
Funkadelic,
Nick Fraelich,
Soft Machine,
Brass Construction,
The Human League,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eurythmics,
The Standells,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mission of Burma,
David Axelrod,
Davy DMX,
Pussy Galore,
Jawbox,
CMW,
The Red Krayola,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
World's Most,
The Slits,
Heaven 17,
Janne Schatter,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bobbi Humphrey,
D'Angelo,
Mo-Dettes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Charles Mingus,
Sonny Sharrock,
F. McDonald,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pantaleimon,
The Associates,
K-Klass,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.