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 Seychelles and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Young Rascals to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lungfish,
Jandek,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Fortunes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Man Parrish,
The Evens,
Inner City,
The Names,
The Happenings,
Loose Ends,
Alton Ellis,
These Immortal Souls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Terry Callier,
Icehouse,
Derrick Morgan,
Radiohead,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sugar Minott,
The Move,
Marmalade,
Schoolly D,
Grey Daturas,
Marvin Gaye,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rekid,
Nils Olav,
Donny Hathaway,
Yaz,
B.T. Express,
Model 500,
Yazoo,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Gap Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
MC5,
The Smoke,
Chrome,
Visage,
Dual Sessions,
Goldenarms,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Qualms,
Vladislav Delay,
The Beau Brummels,
Sparks,
Bob Dylan,
Robert Hood,
Kayak,
the Association,
Maurizio,
Rod Modell,
OOIOO,
The Slackers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Black Bananas,
Pierre Henry,
Unrelated Segments,
Kool Moe Dee,
Essential Logic,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.