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 Macedonia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Swell Maps to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Skriet,
Rotary Connection,
Mantronix,
Agitation Free,
Henry Cow,
Section 25,
Wally Richardson,
Make Up,
Charles Mingus,
The Slits,
Von Mondo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
DJ Sneak,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gerry Rafferty,
The J.B.'s,
The Velvet Underground,
Severed Heads,
Suicide,
10cc,
Harpers Bizarre,
FM Einheit,
Robert Görl,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bronski Beat,
Anthony Braxton,
Brass Construction,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rufus Thomas,
The Sonics,
Eli Mardock,
Mission of Burma,
Neu!,
Piero Umiliani,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Soft Machine,
The Fire Engines,
Magma,
Pagans,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joyce Sims,
The Slackers,
Negative Approach,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
X-102,
Al Stewart,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Human League,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jawbox,
The Invisible,
Reagan Youth,
Nas,
Archie Shepp,
Scott Walker,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ultra Naté,
F. McDonald,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.