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 Calgary.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar 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 Nas to the electroclash 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scientists,
The Vogues,
Khruangbin,
Deakin,
The Barracudas,
The Mummies,
The Modern Lovers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Oneida,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Excepter,
Nation of Ulysses,
Infiniti,
Gabor Szabo,
Jimmy McGriff,
AZ,
Organ,
Procol Harum,
Supertramp,
Porter Ricks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Blake Baxter,
Scratch Acid,
The Sound,
Sonic Youth,
Kerri Chandler,
Ornette Coleman,
Flash Fearless,
Yazoo,
Arthur Verocai,
The Kinks,
Ten City,
Rotary Connection,
China Crisis,
Andrew Hill,
Tom Boy,
B.T. Express,
Black Sheep,
The Angels of Light,
The Selecter,
Funkadelic,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Swell Maps,
Gichy Dan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Stereo Dub,
Joey Negro,
Essential Logic,
The Stooges,
Eric Copeland,
Bizarre Inc.,
Maurizio,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
One Last Wish,
Scrapy,
Camberwell Now,
Agitation Free,
X-102,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.