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 Calgary.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
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 linndrum 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 the Sonics 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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Jeff Mills,
Frankie Knuckles,
Alphaville,
Grauzone,
Stockholm Monsters,
Toni Rubio,
Ralphi Rosario,
Crime,
The Fugs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Davy DMX,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Bill Wells,
Amazonics,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eurythmics,
Ossler,
Reagan Youth,
Fatback Band,
The Saints,
Second Layer,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Isaac Hayes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bronski Beat,
Bootsy Collins,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Agitation Free,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Remains,
Mad Mike,
Eric Copeland,
Jesper Dahlback,
La Düsseldorf,
Television,
The Neon Judgement,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
H. Thieme,
Drive Like Jehu,
Parry Music,
The Sound,
Piero Umiliani,
Sparks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Theoretical Girls,
The Index,
Eddi Front,
Urselle,
Roger Hodgson,
X-102,
Flipper,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Stiv Bators,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
DJ Sneak,
Moebius,
Man Eating Sloth,
Robert Görl,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.