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 Barbados and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 H. Thieme to the rock 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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
The Techniques,
Aloha Tigers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Durutti Column,
Wasted Youth,
Cecil Taylor,
KRS-One,
The Doobie Brothers,
Derrick May,
Adolescents,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lungfish,
Pantaleimon,
Blake Baxter,
Kevin Saunderson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Skatalites,
Bad Manners,
Fatback Band,
Mars,
Siglo XX,
A Certain Ratio,
John Foxx,
The Zeros,
Black Flag,
Banda Bassotti,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dennis Brown,
Junior Murvin,
Television,
The Fire Engines,
Arab on Radar,
The Pretty Things,
Kurtis Blow,
Jesper Dahlback,
Johnny Clarke,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Divine Comedy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kenny Larkin,
Maurizio,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pylon,
Underground Resistance,
Skriet,
Massinfluence,
Hasil Adkins,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lou Reed,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Soulsonic Force,
Boogie Down Productions,
Godley & Creme,
Sparks,
Theoretical Girls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Section 25,
Bobby Sherman,
Depeche Mode,
The Selecter,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.