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 London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 Hong Kong and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum 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 Sällskapet to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All EPMD 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 dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Alton Ellis,
Brass Construction,
Skaos,
John Coltrane,
Cal Tjader,
The Electric Prunes,
Slave,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Patti Smith,
Ultimate Spinach,
Black Sheep,
Soul II Soul,
Second Layer,
Oneida,
Fatback Band,
The Victims,
The Durutti Column,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joe Smooth,
Avey Tare,
PIL,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Toasters,
The Doobie Brothers,
Zero Boys,
Joey Negro,
Maurizio,
Yazoo,
Boredoms,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Popol Vuh,
Camberwell Now,
The Beau Brummels,
Rotary Connection,
kango's stein massive,
The Neon Judgement,
Symarip,
Scientists,
Bill Near,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Khruangbin,
The Gladiators,
Harry Pussy,
Dual Sessions,
Darondo,
Theoretical Girls,
Godley & Creme,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gastr Del Sol,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Crooked Eye,
Don Cherry,
Nick Fraelich,
Deepchord,
Accadde A,
Radiohead,
Fluxion,
Arab on Radar,
Erasure,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.