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 Sweden and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Fugs to the electroclash 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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Ronnie Foster,
The Angels of Light,
The Birthday Party,
Amon Düül,
Tim Buckley,
Minor Threat,
Mandrill,
The Monochrome Set,
The Index,
Spandau Ballet,
Jeff Mills,
Whodini,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Yusef Lateef,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The United States of America,
In Retrospect,
Lucky Dragons,
Banda Bassotti,
Bobby Byrd,
Byron Stingily,
Idris Muhammad,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Excepter,
The Saints,
DNA,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scientists,
Rotary Connection,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sonic Youth,
Stiv Bators,
Trumans Water,
Lou Reed,
Mark Hollis,
Funkadelic,
The Victims,
Robert Wyatt,
Depeche Mode,
The Martian,
Arcadia,
The Seeds,
Scan 7,
Charles Mingus,
The Dead C,
Johnny Clarke,
Scratch Acid,
The Detroit Cobras,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nas,
The Sound,
Mars,
The Walker Brothers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Golliwogs,
Ludus,
Cluster,
Stetsasonic,
Max Romeo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.