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 Mozambique and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron 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 Lee Hazlewood to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Bobby Womack,
Banda Bassotti,
This Heat,
Robert Görl,
The Misunderstood,
Inner City,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Minnie Riperton,
Lee Hazlewood,
MC5,
Lou Reed,
Lucky Dragons,
Jerry's Kids,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Mojo Men,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Quantec,
Kenny Larkin,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tomorrow,
Procol Harum,
Second Layer,
Swans,
Deakin,
Gregory Isaacs,
Toni Rubio,
Gong,
Interpol,
Traffic Nightmare,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tim Buckley,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Offenders,
kango's stein massive,
The Kinks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Warren Ellis,
Adolescents,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Move,
Royal Trux,
The Fugs,
David Axelrod,
Cybotron,
Rites of Spring,
OOIOO,
Leonard Cohen,
Lakeside,
Harmonia,
Simply Red,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Slits,
The Cowsills,
Bootsy Collins,
Colin Newman,
Au Pairs,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.