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 Tajikistan and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 theremin 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 Minnie Riperton to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
John Holt,
Radio Birdman,
The Toasters,
Liliput,
the Swans,
The Offenders,
Chris & Cosey,
Hashim,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Los Fastidios,
Black Pus,
Unrelated Segments,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Maurizio,
Radiopuhelimet,
Spoonie Gee,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gastr Del Sol,
New York Dolls,
Procol Harum,
Goldenarms,
Pussy Galore,
Ultra Naté,
The Stooges,
Piero Umiliani,
Depeche Mode,
Susan Cadogan,
Crash Course in Science,
Isaac Hayes,
New Order,
Lalann,
Country Teasers,
The Mummies,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marvin Gaye,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gang Green,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bill Near,
Patti Smith,
Shuggie Otis,
The Cramps,
Average White Band,
Slave,
Suicide,
Terry Callier,
New Age Steppers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Matthew Halsall,
Desert Stars,
Theoretical Girls,
Drexciya,
Reuben Wilson,
Bob Dylan,
Outsiders,
Aaron Thompson,
Gong,
Alton Ellis,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.