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 Denmark and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Columbus.
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 linndrum 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 Donny Hathaway to the grunge 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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
MDC,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dark Day,
H. Thieme,
Japan,
Mission of Burma,
Mary Jane Girls,
X-Ray Spex,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
A Certain Ratio,
Boz Scaggs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rekid,
This Heat,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Electric Prunes,
The Remains,
Roxette,
Danielle Patucci,
Dorothy Ashby,
Throbbing Gristle,
Subhumans,
John Foxx,
Buzzcocks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Hashim,
the Normal,
Vladislav Delay,
The Count Five,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Albert Ayler,
Tomorrow,
Sexual Harrassment,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Pus,
Slave,
Oneida,
Youth Brigade,
Yazoo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Easy Going,
Spoonie Gee,
Black Bananas,
Big Daddy Kane,
Amazonics,
Public Image Ltd.,
Letta Mbulu,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Television Personalities,
Barclay James Harvest,
Todd Terry,
Stetsasonic,
Ten City,
Soft Machine,
Boredoms,
Underground Resistance,
Kenny Larkin,
Michelle Simonal,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.