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 Portugal and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sugar Minott 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Basic Channel,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Germs,
X-102,
Lucky Dragons,
The Cramps,
Fatback Band,
The Saints,
Khruangbin,
Agent Orange,
Massinfluence,
Bush Tetras,
Eric Copeland,
The Cure,
Pantytec,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
PIL,
One Last Wish,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gabor Szabo,
Minutemen,
Swans,
Joyce Sims,
Kaleidoscope,
Cal Tjader,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Real Kids,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Albert Ayler,
Cameo,
The Gun Club,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Music Machine,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Joey Negro,
Bill Wells,
Alison Limerick,
Public Enemy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Patti Smith,
Fad Gadget,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Slits,
Ronnie Foster,
Boz Scaggs,
Swell Maps,
Man Parrish,
Agitation Free,
Talk Talk,
The Dead C,
Laurel Aitken,
Arthur Verocai,
Moss Icon,
Moby Grape,
Brass Construction,
the Sonics,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Terry Callier,
Don Cherry,
Vladislav Delay,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.