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 Eritrea and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Judy Mowatt to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
June of 44,
Minnie Riperton,
Soft Machine,
The Last Poets,
The Kinks,
Derrick May,
Jacob Miller,
Janne Schatter,
The Modern Lovers,
Sarah Menescal,
Scan 7,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tom Boy,
Sällskapet,
Crispy Ambulance,
Roy Ayers,
Masters at Work,
Funkadelic,
Black Moon,
The Human League,
Lightning Bolt,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Barrington Levy,
Steve Hackett,
Bill Wells,
Chris & Cosey,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Mojo Men,
Nation of Ulysses,
Electric Prunes,
Thompson Twins,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Quantec,
Matthew Halsall,
The Electric Prunes,
Mandrill,
John Holt,
EPMD,
Ornette Coleman,
Half Japanese,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Standells,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The New Christs,
Wasted Youth,
The Evens,
Man Parrish,
DJ Sneak,
Mantronix,
AZ,
Qualms,
Crooked Eye,
Das Ding,
Henry Cow,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
H. Thieme,
Groovy Waters,
The Residents,
June Days,
Jimmy McGriff,
Oblivians,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.