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 Papua New Guinea and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 CMW to the techno 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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Ohio Players,
Qualms,
Ultra Naté,
Metal Thangz,
Terrestrial Tones,
Saccharine Trust,
The Smoke,
Average White Band,
The Tremeloes,
Judy Mowatt,
The Cure,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Animal Collective,
DJ Style,
Davy DMX,
Shuggie Otis,
The Five Americans,
The Stooges,
Skriet,
Deadbeat,
Sexual Harrassment,
Zero Boys,
Popol Vuh,
Supertramp,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Amon Düül,
Black Bananas,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cheater Slicks,
Magma,
K-Klass,
Bluetip,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sam Rivers,
Basic Channel,
Lightning Bolt,
Minny Pops,
Juan Atkins,
Brand Nubian,
The Gories,
John Holt,
Reuben Wilson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Clear Light,
The Kinks,
Soul II Soul,
Jacob Miller,
Joy Division,
Hashim,
Brick,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Human League,
Yazoo,
Unrelated Segments,
The Mummies,
Quantec,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.