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 China and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the techno 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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Malaria!,
Mo-Dettes,
Soul II Soul,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Real Kids,
Reuben Wilson,
Mars,
Ossler,
Sparks,
H. Thieme,
Joe Finger,
Maurizio,
Banda Bassotti,
Archie Shepp,
Traffic Nightmare,
Liliput,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nas,
Harry Pussy,
Ronnie Foster,
Swans,
MDC,
Royal Trux,
Rufus Thomas,
Crime,
Kaleidoscope,
Livin' Joy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Basic Channel,
Grey Daturas,
Althea and Donna,
Bad Manners,
Idris Muhammad,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tres Demented,
Massinfluence,
Howard Jones,
Wings,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Sonics,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kool Moe Dee,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Public Enemy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lalann,
Rod Modell,
The Five Americans,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cecil Taylor,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Half Japanese,
Andrew Hill,
Von Mondo,
Skaos,
Mission of Burma,
Bill Near,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.