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 Pakistan and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ralphi Rosario to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
The Barracudas,
Mandrill,
Rotary Connection,
Groovy Waters,
Delta 5,
Sonny Sharrock,
Thee Headcoats,
Soul Sonic Force,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Leonard Cohen,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gang of Four,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Blake Baxter,
Drexciya,
Main Source,
Massinfluence,
Marc Almond,
the Germs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jacques Brel,
Pere Ubu,
Soft Cell,
Kaleidoscope,
Susan Cadogan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Faust,
Quadrant,
Lyres,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Names,
Bang On A Can,
Eddi Front,
Hardrive,
Wasted Youth,
The Last Poets,
Ronan,
Todd Terry,
Matthew Bourne,
Guru Guru,
Harpers Bizarre,
Malaria!,
John Holt,
Banda Bassotti,
Subhumans,
The Raincoats,
Average White Band,
The Victims,
Interpol,
Y Pants,
Procol Harum,
Young Marble Giants,
The Techniques,
Pet Shop Boys,
The New Christs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Stockholm Monsters,
Loose Ends,
Josef K,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.