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 United States and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Jeru the Damaja to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Gang Gang Dance,
DJ Sneak,
Gichy Dan,
Bob Dylan,
Procol Harum,
Adolescents,
Subhumans,
Gang Green,
Yazoo,
Traffic Nightmare,
T.S.O.L.,
Alphaville,
Pole,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Slits,
Quantec,
Scratch Acid,
Nick Fraelich,
Neil Young,
Excepter,
Jacob Miller,
Rod Modell,
Livin' Joy,
Anthony Braxton,
China Crisis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Skaos,
Man Parrish,
Althea and Donna,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nico,
Monks,
Sight & Sound,
The Golliwogs,
Mars,
LL Cool J,
Slave,
The Barracudas,
The Black Dice,
The Searchers,
Scientists,
Rufus Thomas,
Rites of Spring,
Chris Corsano,
The Offenders,
Can,
Bobby Womack,
The Sound,
Johnny Clarke,
Hoover,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cymande,
Isaac Hayes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
kango's stein massive,
Nas,
Rotary Connection,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eddi Front,
Icehouse,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.