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 Kazakhstan and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Offenders to the rap 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Barry Ungar,
Bang On A Can,
Drive Like Jehu,
Funky Four + One,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Davy DMX,
Faust,
Jandek,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Kinks,
Nik Kershaw,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
DNA,
The New Christs,
Scratch Acid,
Arab on Radar,
X-102,
The Names,
The Doors,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Blake Baxter,
Desert Stars,
Sandy B,
Matthew Bourne,
Pylon,
The Index,
Steve Hackett,
The Electric Prunes,
The Pretty Things,
The Blackbyrds,
Tommy Roe,
The Sound,
The Shadows of Knight,
Glenn Branca,
Mr. Review,
Glambeats Corp.,
U.S. Maple,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tres Demented,
John Foxx,
The Blues Magoos,
Mantronix,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Echospace,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bluetip,
Connie Case,
Donald Byrd,
Tubeway Army,
The J.B.'s,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Darondo,
Josef K,
Lower 48,
Tropical Tobacco,
Skaos,
Sixth Finger,
Fad Gadget,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Royal Trux,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.