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 Qatar and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 clarinet 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 Spandau Ballet to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Arab on Radar,
Ornette Coleman,
Ultra Naté,
Royal Trux,
Ossler,
Man Parrish,
48th St. Collective,
Alice Coltrane,
Nico,
The Alarm Clocks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Toni Rubio,
Fluxion,
Sixth Finger,
Quando Quango,
Liliput,
Jawbox,
Malaria!,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bluetip,
Supertramp,
John Coltrane,
James White and The Blacks,
Young Marble Giants,
The Music Machine,
The Skatalites,
Talk Talk,
Groovy Waters,
Rekid,
Black Flag,
The Remains,
Radiohead,
The Evens,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Angry Samoans,
Sarah Menescal,
Iggy Pop,
Rapeman,
Eve St. Jones,
Sam Rivers,
Erykah Badu,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Loose Ends,
ABC,
Brass Construction,
the Soft Cell,
David McCallum,
Moss Icon,
The Fire Engines,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Chrome,
Carl Craig,
Radiopuhelimet,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Television,
Mark Hollis,
The New Christs,
The Smiths,
Pet Shop Boys,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.