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 Nauru and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mumbai.
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 sitar 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 Amazonics to the rock 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
The Seeds,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
EPMD,
Yusef Lateef,
Brothers Johnson,
Grauzone,
Severed Heads,
JFA,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lower 48,
Gabor Szabo,
Tomorrow,
Faraquet,
Robert Hood,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Whodini,
F. McDonald,
X-101,
Pole,
Grey Daturas,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Barclay James Harvest,
Drexciya,
Sparks,
Khruangbin,
The Saints,
AZ,
Hasil Adkins,
Josef K,
New Order,
Y Pants,
Isaac Hayes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Vainqueur,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lightning Bolt,
Eric Dolphy,
Roxy Music,
B.T. Express,
Robert Görl,
Leonard Cohen,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joy Division,
Sister Nancy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dead Boys,
U.S. Maple,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Prince Buster,
The Slackers,
Jawbox,
The Star Department,
Arcadia,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.