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 Houston.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Paris.
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 arpeggiator 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
E-Dancer,
Marmalade,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sound Behaviour,
Mandrill,
cv313,
A Flock of Seagulls,
John Coltrane,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Roy Ayers,
The Gap Band,
Fela Kuti,
Loose Ends,
Grauzone,
Donny Hathaway,
Joe Smooth,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
June Days,
Minnie Riperton,
Soul Sonic Force,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nils Olav,
Laurel Aitken,
Brass Construction,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Searchers,
The Music Machine,
Glenn Branca,
Yusef Lateef,
The Vogues,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Amon Düül,
Toni Rubio,
Eve St. Jones,
Inner City,
Television,
Von Mondo,
New Age Steppers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Alton Ellis,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fad Gadget,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rosa Yemen,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Babytalk,
Dave Gahan,
Blossom Toes,
Jacques Brel,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Judy Mowatt,
Arab on Radar,
Deakin,
The Gladiators,
Bauhaus,
These Immortal Souls,
Los Fastidios,
Amon Düül II,
Colin Newman,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.