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 Seychelles and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Hardrive to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lightning Bolt,
Bad Manners,
Eli Mardock,
Massinfluence,
DNA,
The Dead C,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Cure,
Khruangbin,
Malaria!,
Lou Christie,
Ponytail,
Saccharine Trust,
Fluxion,
Audionom,
Cluster,
Urselle,
a-ha,
Ultravox,
Connie Case,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dennis Brown,
Archie Shepp,
Basic Channel,
Desert Stars,
ABC,
Michelle Simonal,
Dave Gahan,
David Bowie,
Japan,
Laurel Aitken,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pharoah Sanders,
Silicon Teens,
Sight & Sound,
Judy Mowatt,
Joe Smooth,
Parry Music,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sällskapet,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Clear Light,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Skriet,
MC5,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joensuu 1685,
Peter & Gordon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Fuzztones,
Trumans Water,
Alphaville,
Bang On A Can,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.