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 Saudi Arabia and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Drive Like Jehu to the dance 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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Skaos,
The Names,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Liliput,
The Offenders,
Ludus,
Robert Görl,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Albert Ayler,
Pere Ubu,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sarah Menescal,
Massinfluence,
Pantaleimon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Standells,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Misunderstood,
Sparks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Vainqueur,
Soft Machine,
Shuggie Otis,
Glenn Branca,
The Vogues,
Deadbeat,
Yaz,
Porter Ricks,
Hoover,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Camouflage,
Swans,
Boredoms,
Television Personalities,
Neil Young,
The Slackers,
Connie Case,
Matthew Bourne,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gang of Four,
Adolescents,
Peter & Gordon,
Laurel Aitken,
OOIOO,
The Martian,
Fluxion,
The Dave Clark Five,
Brand Nubian,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Crispy Ambulance,
Erasure,
The Techniques,
Blake Baxter,
Barclay James Harvest,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.