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 France and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 X-102 to the jazz 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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Cybotron,
China Crisis,
Cal Tjader,
Intrusion,
Kerri Chandler,
Circle Jerks,
Erykah Badu,
David Bowie,
Bush Tetras,
Judy Mowatt,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Negative Approach,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bill Near,
Dark Day,
Country Teasers,
Kaleidoscope,
Animal Collective,
Anakelly,
Soul II Soul,
Warsaw,
Tres Demented,
Sexual Harrassment,
Carl Craig,
Blake Baxter,
Section 25,
Sällskapet,
The Count Five,
CMW,
Fat Boys,
Howard Jones,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lyres,
These Immortal Souls,
The Durutti Column,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fugazi,
Neil Young,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
World's Most,
Stereo Dub,
Lucky Dragons,
Junior Murvin,
Wings,
Max Romeo,
Shuggie Otis,
Eurythmics,
Black Flag,
Unrelated Segments,
The Music Machine,
The American Breed,
Joyce Sims,
Boz Scaggs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Porter Ricks,
Loose Ends,
Index,
K-Klass,
Joensuu 1685,
Gang Starr,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.