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 Zambia and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Arthur Verocai to the electroclash 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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fluxion,
James White and The Blacks,
The Standells,
Swell Maps,
Sonic Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bronski Beat,
Jawbox,
Danielle Patucci,
Bush Tetras,
Whodini,
Animal Collective,
The Residents,
Bootsy Collins,
Groovy Waters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The American Breed,
Warren Ellis,
John Lydon,
Matthew Bourne,
The Real Kids,
Funkadelic,
D'Angelo,
Severed Heads,
Flipper,
MC5,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Barracudas,
Black Sheep,
Rekid,
Jandek,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
X-101,
Cheater Slicks,
Cameo,
Gong,
Sällskapet,
Underground Resistance,
Blossom Toes,
The Five Americans,
One Last Wish,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sugar Minott,
The Leaves,
Talk Talk,
Scan 7,
The Litter,
Jeff Mills,
Porter Ricks,
Spandau Ballet,
Public Enemy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Smoke,
The Blues Magoos,
Icehouse,
China Crisis,
T. Rex,
Joey Negro,
Maleditus Sound,
Eve St. Jones,
Quando Quango,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.