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 the UAE and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Johnny Osbourne to the dance 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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
kango's stein massive,
Model 500,
Parry Music,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Roxette,
Monks,
the Normal,
Piero Umiliani,
Newcleus,
Scratch Acid,
Motorama,
Los Fastidios,
Neu!,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gong,
Moss Icon,
Connie Case,
D'Angelo,
The Fugs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Technova,
The Pop Group,
Sex Pistols,
Quadrant,
Pylon,
Ronan,
Amazonics,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Dirtbombs,
Archie Shepp,
a-ha,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Slackers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
L. Decosne,
Drexciya,
Lalo Schifrin,
Icehouse,
Clear Light,
Swell Maps,
Aaron Thompson,
Sister Nancy,
DJ Sneak,
Man Eating Sloth,
Japan,
The Angels of Light,
Half Japanese,
Aloha Tigers,
the Slits,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Andrew Hill,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Brand Nubian,
Kayak,
Fad Gadget,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cybotron,
Blancmange,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.