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 Palau and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 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 Marvin Gaye to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Funkadelic,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Litter,
Con Funk Shun,
The Slits,
Barbara Tucker,
Gang Green,
Siglo XX,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tubeway Army,
Ornette Coleman,
Nas,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Hashim,
Blancmange,
The Detroit Cobras,
Depeche Mode,
Mars,
Lou Reed,
Neu!,
Pere Ubu,
Roger Hodgson,
Robert Hood,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Crooked Eye,
the Human League,
Theoretical Girls,
Marvin Gaye,
Arcadia,
Godley & Creme,
Kevin Saunderson,
LL Cool J,
John Foxx,
John Coltrane,
Eve St. Jones,
Fad Gadget,
The Saints,
Absolute Body Control,
Urselle,
Brass Construction,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Last Poets,
The Seeds,
Ludus,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Shadows of Knight,
Y Pants,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Deadbeat,
The Electric Prunes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Minny Pops,
Scion,
Animal Collective,
Second Layer,
Mark Hollis,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.