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 Colombia and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes 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 Kas Product to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Joe Smooth,
Amon Düül,
The Evens,
Hashim,
The Selecter,
Flamin' Groovies,
Chrome,
Simply Red,
FM Einheit,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Aural Exciters,
Brick,
Franke,
The Count Five,
The Neon Judgement,
Dorothy Ashby,
Technova,
Juan Atkins,
Pulsallama,
The Monks,
Harry Pussy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Audionom,
Dark Day,
The Grass Roots,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lungfish,
Thee Headcoats,
Pylon,
Goldenarms,
The Doors,
Nico,
Suicide,
Bronski Beat,
In Retrospect,
Blake Baxter,
Traffic Nightmare,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Don Cherry,
The Cramps,
Archie Shepp,
Popol Vuh,
Yazoo,
Lucky Dragons,
Marmalade,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Camberwell Now,
Eve St. Jones,
Jeff Lynne,
Avey Tare,
Depeche Mode,
the Sonics,
Scan 7,
Television,
Au Pairs,
DJ Style,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Alphaville,
Fat Boys,
Johnny Osbourne,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.