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 Saudi Arabia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Q65 to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Icehouse,
Faust,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Terry Callier,
Davy DMX,
the Bar-Kays,
Todd Terry,
Soul Sonic Force,
Agent Orange,
Robert Hood,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Whodini,
Quadrant,
Altered Images,
Massinfluence,
The Dirtbombs,
Das Ding,
The Fugs,
Chris & Cosey,
Colin Newman,
Mission of Burma,
Peter and Kerry,
Blake Baxter,
Crash Course in Science,
Unwound,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Monochrome Set,
Frankie Knuckles,
Piero Umiliani,
X-102,
Alice Coltrane,
Scan 7,
Tom Boy,
Porter Ricks,
Technova,
Thompson Twins,
The Grass Roots,
Mary Jane Girls,
Organ,
ABBA,
The Doobie Brothers,
Minor Threat,
Urselle,
Alphaville,
Schoolly D,
Monolake,
Lakeside,
Bang On A Can,
In Retrospect,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Durutti Column,
The Slits,
Oneida,
Dennis Brown,
John Holt,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Circle Jerks,
T. Rex,
The Buckinghams,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.