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 Norway and from Woodstock.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Paris.
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 harpsichord 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 Soul Sonic Force to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ossler,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kas Product,
Albert Ayler,
Girls At Our Best!,
Excepter,
The Fall,
Scratch Acid,
Funkadelic,
The Cowsills,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Dead C,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Smoke,
Neu!,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Skarface,
Oneida,
Bootsy Collins,
Visage,
Popol Vuh,
Audionom,
The Doors,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cymande,
Panda Bear,
Heaven 17,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bobby Womack,
Derrick May,
Cameo,
Nils Olav,
T.S.O.L.,
Hot Snakes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Robert Görl,
Warsaw,
Sound Behaviour,
Ituana,
Technova,
The Sound,
Scott Walker,
the Swans,
the Human League,
Country Teasers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Minnie Riperton,
Barrington Levy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Alison Limerick,
Matthew Bourne,
8 Eyed Spy,
Chrome,
Black Pus,
Susan Cadogan,
Graham Central Station,
Television,
Jacques Brel,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sam Rivers,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.