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 Monaco and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 theremin 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 AZ to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Index,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Davy DMX,
The Zeros,
Avey Tare,
Jandek,
Lakeside,
Simply Red,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ronnie Foster,
Thompson Twins,
Underground Resistance,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cheater Slicks,
The Slackers,
The Move,
The Selecter,
John Lydon,
The Electric Prunes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Stereo Dub,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sandy B,
R.M.O.,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bootsy Collins,
Harmonia,
Sixth Finger,
The Evens,
The Smiths,
The Leaves,
Piero Umiliani,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eve St. Jones,
Gerry Rafferty,
Symarip,
John Cale,
Rosa Yemen,
Second Layer,
The Vogues,
Marmalade,
Desert Stars,
Dawn Penn,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Big Daddy Kane,
Radiopuhelimet,
ABC,
The Cure,
The Offenders,
The Golliwogs,
Pagans,
Chris & Cosey,
Theoretical Girls,
Terry Callier,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ultimate Spinach,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gang Gang Dance,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scion,
The Skatalites,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.