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 Belgium and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 K-Klass to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Kayak,
The Cure,
Monks,
The Martian,
Nik Kershaw,
Q and Not U,
Eve St. Jones,
Marmalade,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joy Division,
Kerrie Biddell,
Yellowson,
Alice Coltrane,
Marcia Griffiths,
Index,
KRS-One,
Stetsasonic,
Ten City,
Terrestrial Tones,
CMW,
Section 25,
Isaac Hayes,
Thompson Twins,
Skriet,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Agent Orange,
Bobby Byrd,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Stockholm Monsters,
Slave,
F. McDonald,
Nirvana,
Talk Talk,
Ossler,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Associates,
Crispian St. Peters,
Johnny Clarke,
The Motions,
Robert Görl,
Dark Day,
Soft Cell,
Spandau Ballet,
Thee Headcoats,
Barbara Tucker,
Radio Birdman,
Radiopuhelimet,
Boredoms,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dead Boys,
The Selecter,
T.S.O.L.,
Deadbeat,
Black Moon,
June Days,
Eric Dolphy,
The Neon Judgement,
Moss Icon,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.