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 Comoros and from Cairo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Davy DMX to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lou Christie,
The Fuzztones,
Chris Corsano,
Maleditus Sound,
Robert Görl,
The Gladiators,
the Germs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Zero Boys,
Pulsallama,
kango's stein massive,
Magazine,
Absolute Body Control,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kevin Saunderson,
Reuben Wilson,
Don Cherry,
Gong,
Eric Dolphy,
Banda Bassotti,
Saccharine Trust,
Jeff Lynne,
The Dirtbombs,
Ituana,
The Beau Brummels,
Motorama,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Swans,
Gang Starr,
John Holt,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nils Olav,
Crooked Eye,
The Searchers,
Young Marble Giants,
Liliput,
Television,
Kurtis Blow,
Newcleus,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
X-101,
Wally Richardson,
ABBA,
Vladislav Delay,
Country Teasers,
Animal Collective,
Sun Ra,
Scott Walker,
the Soft Cell,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wasted Youth,
China Crisis,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Kinks,
The Electric Prunes,
Duran Duran,
The Invisible,
The Techniques,
Unrelated Segments,
Donald Byrd,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.