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 Antigua and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Residents to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Albert Ayler,
Skaos,
Susan Cadogan,
The Beau Brummels,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sight & Sound,
Rufus Thomas,
John Lydon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Isaac Hayes,
Hashim,
Rod Modell,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Don Cherry,
Mary Jane Girls,
New Order,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Panda Bear,
Malaria!,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Whodini,
Derrick May,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Techniques,
The Fuzztones,
This Heat,
Flash Fearless,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
David Bowie,
Chrome,
Harry Pussy,
The Cramps,
The Raincoats,
Fear,
Anthony Braxton,
The Star Department,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Shadows of Knight,
Brand Nubian,
Suburban Knight,
Newcleus,
Althea and Donna,
Intrusion,
Infiniti,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Doors,
Harmonia,
Quando Quango,
Index,
Eric Copeland,
Wasted Youth,
Ornette Coleman,
Gabor Szabo,
Ronan,
Parry Music,
Max Romeo,
KRS-One,
Severed Heads,
Von Mondo,
Moebius,
Robert Hood,
Pierre Henry,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.