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 Yemen and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 DJ Style to the grunge 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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Slackers,
Guru Guru,
The Selecter,
Moebius,
Animal Collective,
Yusef Lateef,
Howard Jones,
Black Pus,
Toni Rubio,
Ten City,
Roy Ayers,
Graham Central Station,
Banda Bassotti,
The Kinks,
Faust,
Brothers Johnson,
KRS-One,
kango's stein massive,
Outsiders,
China Crisis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Swans,
Symarip,
OOIOO,
Black Sheep,
Andrew Hill,
Babytalk,
Ronnie Foster,
The Cure,
The Walker Brothers,
Faraquet,
Pharoah Sanders,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Frankie Knuckles,
Black Moon,
Desert Stars,
DJ Sneak,
Skarface,
The Sonics,
Popol Vuh,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Funkadelic,
Lou Reed,
Nirvana,
PIL,
10cc,
Infiniti,
MC5,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Q and Not U,
Shuggie Otis,
Drexciya,
Erasure,
Minnie Riperton,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jeru the Damaja,
Porter Ricks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kool Moe Dee,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.