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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Oneida 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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Archie Shepp,
The Human League,
K-Klass,
Neu!,
June of 44,
Michelle Simonal,
Black Flag,
The Slits,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gichy Dan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pantytec,
Fela Kuti,
Johnny Clarke,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eric Dolphy,
Excepter,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Arthur Verocai,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Boz Scaggs,
Bob Dylan,
The Cowsills,
Oblivians,
Ultimate Spinach,
Audionom,
The Fall,
Eden Ahbez,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Litter,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ituana,
Flipper,
Y Pants,
DJ Sneak,
ABC,
The Motions,
the Germs,
John Foxx,
Robert Wyatt,
Grauzone,
Sex Pistols,
Joey Negro,
Carl Craig,
Adolescents,
Isaac Hayes,
The Red Krayola,
Country Teasers,
Soft Cell,
Zapp,
Siglo XX,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Unrelated Segments,
La Düsseldorf,
Spoonie Gee,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rufus Thomas,
Babytalk,
Tres Demented,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.