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 Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 David Bowie 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the disco 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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Panda Bear,
Susan Cadogan,
Brass Construction,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Flesh Eaters,
Blancmange,
China Crisis,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ten City,
Ohio Players,
The Mojo Men,
The Count Five,
The Alarm Clocks,
Max Romeo,
The Angels of Light,
Carl Craig,
Byron Stingily,
Banda Bassotti,
Terry Callier,
Leonard Cohen,
Metal Thangz,
Black Bananas,
The Velvet Underground,
Lyres,
Shoche,
Peter and Kerry,
The Dirtbombs,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Happenings,
Ronan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Amon Düül,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Von Mondo,
Mr. Review,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Television Personalities,
Roger Hodgson,
Joe Smooth,
Shuggie Otis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Godley & Creme,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Patti Smith,
Underground Resistance,
Eric Copeland,
Harpers Bizarre,
Model 500,
Curtis Mayfield,
KRS-One,
Sarah Menescal,
Loose Ends,
Sandy B,
The Moleskins,
Bill Near,
Dead Boys,
Drexciya,
Mary Jane Girls,
X-102,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.