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 Argentina and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Seeds to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Gong,
Simply Red,
X-Ray Spex,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dual Sessions,
Todd Terry,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Aaron Thompson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Fire Engines,
A Certain Ratio,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Techniques,
Rufus Thomas,
Q and Not U,
Joe Smooth,
Althea and Donna,
the Sonics,
Mars,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Bar-Kays,
Siglo XX,
Quadrant,
Vainqueur,
Minny Pops,
Reuben Wilson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
R.M.O.,
The Sound,
Theoretical Girls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rhythm & Sound,
Alphaville,
Wally Richardson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Blossom Toes,
Slick Rick,
Outsiders,
The Moleskins,
Deadbeat,
Rotary Connection,
The Young Rascals,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kurtis Blow,
Fluxion,
Wasted Youth,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sixth Finger,
John Foxx,
Babytalk,
Heaven 17,
Sparks,
The Birthday Party,
The Doors,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
K-Klass,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.