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 Pakistan and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the electroclash 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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Warsaw,
MDC,
Pierre Henry,
Public Enemy,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Divine Comedy,
The Smiths,
Qualms,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scrapy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Detroit Cobras,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Moleskins,
Black Bananas,
Depeche Mode,
Basic Channel,
Dorothy Ashby,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joensuu 1685,
Roxy Music,
Scott Walker,
Visage,
Loose Ends,
New Age Steppers,
Marc Almond,
Davy DMX,
Frankie Knuckles,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Skatalites,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Count Five,
Wire,
The Motions,
Joe Finger,
The Seeds,
Ludus,
La Düsseldorf,
Neil Young,
Talk Talk,
The Cure,
The Misunderstood,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mark Hollis,
Kurtis Blow,
The Five Americans,
Rotary Connection,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Radio Birdman,
Funky Four + One,
Stetsasonic,
Godley & Creme,
Clear Light,
Animal Collective,
Sarah Menescal,
Lyres,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.