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 Cambodia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Wings to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eden Ahbez,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Flipper,
Mad Mike,
The Fire Engines,
Nirvana,
Zero Boys,
Depeche Mode,
Wolf Eyes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cecil Taylor,
kango's stein massive,
The Gories,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scientists,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tears for Fears,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dark Day,
Iggy Pop,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Black Bananas,
Vainqueur,
Sugar Minott,
Accadde A,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Cowsills,
Crime,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Last Poets,
Ronan,
Carl Craig,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bush Tetras,
This Heat,
Toni Rubio,
Faust,
Tommy Roe,
OOIOO,
Pussy Galore,
Zapp,
X-101,
F. McDonald,
Tim Buckley,
Aaron Thompson,
The Star Department,
The Flesh Eaters,
Half Japanese,
Qualms,
Kayak,
Subhumans,
E-Dancer,
Los Fastidios,
Magazine,
Grauzone,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Drexciya,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rotary Connection,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.