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 Guatemala and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Donald Fagen 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 Yellowson to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Index,
Nik Kershaw,
Newcleus,
Lou Christie,
Maurizio,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Oneida,
Urselle,
Gastr Del Sol,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joe Smooth,
Pierre Henry,
Roxette,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Theoretical Girls,
the Germs,
Lindisfarne,
Amon Düül,
Tim Buckley,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Buckinghams,
The Vogues,
Deepchord,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jeff Mills,
Hashim,
Matthew Halsall,
Panda Bear,
The Smiths,
The Skatalites,
Arthur Verocai,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Association,
The United States of America,
Pussy Galore,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Aloha Tigers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wasted Youth,
The Gap Band,
Vainqueur,
The Cramps,
CMW,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
John Foxx,
Iggy Pop,
JFA,
The Gun Club,
Crooked Eye,
Peter & Gordon,
Chrome,
Babytalk,
The Index,
The Toasters,
The Move,
Pantytec,
Josef K,
Gong,
Liliput,
Minnie Riperton,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.