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 Estonia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ 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 Vogues to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Crime,
Groovy Waters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tom Boy,
Kas Product,
John Coltrane,
Godley & Creme,
Guru Guru,
X-Ray Spex,
KRS-One,
Todd Terry,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Remains,
Tubeway Army,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Country Teasers,
Popol Vuh,
Sam Rivers,
Crooked Eye,
Minutemen,
Amazonics,
Bad Manners,
Morten Harket,
Todd Rundgren,
Eve St. Jones,
Rotary Connection,
Animal Collective,
Second Layer,
Sparks,
Dennis Brown,
Marshall Jefferson,
Boredoms,
Faraquet,
Make Up,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Franke,
Robert Görl,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Golliwogs,
Malaria!,
Camberwell Now,
Hot Snakes,
The Sound,
Moby Grape,
Visage,
Monks,
Yazoo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ice-T,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Suburban Knight,
The Buckinghams,
Darondo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Skatalites,
Marmalade,
Dual Sessions,
Erykah Badu,
Nico,
Aaron Thompson,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.