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 Djibouti and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro 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 Juan Atkins to the techno 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Deakin,
Jacques Brel,
New Age Steppers,
Metal Thangz,
Moby Grape,
Television Personalities,
Whodini,
Jesper Dahlback,
Harmonia,
ABC,
Dark Day,
Bobby Womack,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bush Tetras,
Soul II Soul,
Lou Reed,
New Order,
Maurizio,
Gang Gang Dance,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Stooges,
The J.B.'s,
Cecil Taylor,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eric B and Rakim,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Soft Cell,
Von Mondo,
David McCallum,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Los Fastidios,
Spoonie Gee,
Lindisfarne,
Scratch Acid,
Easy Going,
The Grass Roots,
Black Pus,
Aaron Thompson,
Blancmange,
The Black Dice,
The Offenders,
The New Christs,
a-ha,
Massinfluence,
The Cure,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Unwound,
Robert Wyatt,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
JFA,
The Smoke,
The Dead C,
The Blackbyrds,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marmalade,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bill Wells,
Parry Music,
Das Ding,
L. Decosne,
Echospace,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.