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 Kuwait and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Marcia Griffiths to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
The Wake,
F. McDonald,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joensuu 1685,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
LL Cool J,
Matthew Bourne,
The Kinks,
Negative Approach,
Wings,
Urselle,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Durutti Column,
Zapp,
Rakim,
Slick Rick,
B.T. Express,
Ice-T,
The Litter,
Rites of Spring,
Chrome,
Stereo Dub,
The Selecter,
The Fire Engines,
Pagans,
New Age Steppers,
Little Man,
The Dirtbombs,
Ronan,
Los Fastidios,
Bob Dylan,
Simply Red,
X-102,
Deadbeat,
Gong,
Second Layer,
DNA,
Bauhaus,
The Walker Brothers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bill Near,
Surgeon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cymande,
Vainqueur,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Supertramp,
Lungfish,
Angry Samoans,
Robert Görl,
The Dead C,
Das Ding,
Bush Tetras,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sparks,
EPMD,
Saccharine Trust,
John Coltrane,
Boogie Down Productions,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.