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 Maldives and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator 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 Ronnie Foster to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
A Certain Ratio,
Unwound,
Clear Light,
The Count Five,
The Misunderstood,
Barclay James Harvest,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Au Pairs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Human League,
The Red Krayola,
Man Parrish,
Joyce Sims,
Drexciya,
Bob Dylan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Monolake,
the Swans,
Eden Ahbez,
Pulsallama,
Ludus,
Harry Pussy,
Todd Rundgren,
Scan 7,
kango's stein massive,
Cecil Taylor,
Scrapy,
Quadrant,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gil Scott Heron,
David Bowie,
Rakim,
Cameo,
Chris Corsano,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fluxion,
Gang Starr,
Robert Wyatt,
Archie Shepp,
Depeche Mode,
Pussy Galore,
Reuben Wilson,
Al Stewart,
Ken Boothe,
Ituana,
This Heat,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Zeros,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Public Image Ltd.,
Second Layer,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Slits,
Zapp,
Prince Buster,
Terry Callier,
New York Dolls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ponytail,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.