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 Guatemala and from Milan.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Doors to the dance 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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
kango's stein massive,
Yusef Lateef,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Seeds,
Nick Fraelich,
Maleditus Sound,
Mo-Dettes,
Siglo XX,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
This Heat,
B.T. Express,
Sarah Menescal,
Bobby Womack,
Unrelated Segments,
Royal Trux,
Minnie Riperton,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sun Ra,
Hoover,
Terry Callier,
Rapeman,
Piero Umiliani,
Subhumans,
The Angels of Light,
Rosa Yemen,
Swans,
Moss Icon,
Audionom,
the Human League,
The Electric Prunes,
F. McDonald,
Los Fastidios,
Black Sheep,
DJ Sneak,
Angry Samoans,
Masters at Work,
The Happenings,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mad Mike,
Country Teasers,
Derrick Morgan,
The Gap Band,
Scratch Acid,
The Alarm Clocks,
Franke,
Jeru the Damaja,
Yellowson,
FM Einheit,
Radiopuhelimet,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Blancmange,
Surgeon,
Ohio Players,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bauhaus,
X-101,
Schoolly D,
Amon Düül,
Fear,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Josef K,
Cecil Taylor,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.