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 Samoa and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Ten City to the punk 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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
the Slits,
Pole,
Amon Düül II,
Pulsallama,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jeff Mills,
The Offenders,
Boredoms,
Pet Shop Boys,
Delta 5,
Quadrant,
Michelle Simonal,
Gong,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Accadde A,
Maurizio,
Tres Demented,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Siglo XX,
The Standells,
Eddi Front,
Scrapy,
Buzzcocks,
The Music Machine,
The Invisible,
The Fire Engines,
Khruangbin,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Tremeloes,
L. Decosne,
Sexual Harrassment,
Don Cherry,
Big Daddy Kane,
Can,
The Evens,
Sex Pistols,
MC5,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Faust,
Spandau Ballet,
UT,
The Moody Blues,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Terry Callier,
Nas,
Rapeman,
Dennis Brown,
Colin Newman,
Sun Ra,
The Golliwogs,
Adolescents,
Jacques Brel,
Barrington Levy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Smog,
Kas Product,
Crash Course in Science,
Brand Nubian,
Basic Channel,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.