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 Ecuador and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 rock 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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore 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 an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Stiv Bators,
Laurel Aitken,
Alphaville,
Cal Tjader,
The Associates,
Radiohead,
Pole,
The Dead C,
the Swans,
Index,
Quantec,
LL Cool J,
The Selecter,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Roy Ayers,
Stetsasonic,
Radiopuhelimet,
Country Teasers,
Dennis Brown,
Alton Ellis,
Marvin Gaye,
The Real Kids,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dorothy Ashby,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Matthew Bourne,
Q and Not U,
the Normal,
Roxette,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
DJ Style,
Robert Hood,
The Names,
Make Up,
Skarface,
The Moleskins,
Lucky Dragons,
The Walker Brothers,
Joyce Sims,
B.T. Express,
Quadrant,
This Heat,
The Buckinghams,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Popol Vuh,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rapeman,
Wolf Eyes,
Pussy Galore,
KRS-One,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The New Christs,
Anthony Braxton,
Rufus Thomas,
Boogie Down Productions,
Girls At Our Best!,
Barclay James Harvest,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.