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 Armenia and from Copenhagen.
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 Johannesburg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sonics to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Cluster,
The Leaves,
Glenn Branca,
Essential Logic,
Skaos,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
DNA,
The Moleskins,
The Real Kids,
Stereo Dub,
Massinfluence,
Amon Düül II,
The Gladiators,
The Modern Lovers,
The Pretty Things,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Smoke,
T. Rex,
One Last Wish,
The Standells,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pussy Galore,
Goldenarms,
KRS-One,
Nico,
Thee Headcoats,
The Count Five,
Funky Four + One,
Judy Mowatt,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Aswad,
The Gun Club,
Lyres,
Hasil Adkins,
Sam Rivers,
A Certain Ratio,
Funkadelic,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Minutemen,
The Kinks,
Roy Ayers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Popol Vuh,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gichy Dan,
Davy DMX,
Suicide,
CMW,
Arcadia,
Andrew Hill,
The Cure,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Litter,
John Holt,
Sight & Sound,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Fall,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.