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 Japan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 808 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 Fela Kuti to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Deakin,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
F. McDonald,
Joyce Sims,
Cheater Slicks,
Carl Craig,
Pylon,
The Divine Comedy,
Jacques Brel,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rites of Spring,
Blancmange,
Pantytec,
Rapeman,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Country Teasers,
The Motions,
Pussy Galore,
Supertramp,
ABBA,
Altered Images,
Brass Construction,
Amon Düül,
Neu!,
Talk Talk,
The Smiths,
The Offenders,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Todd Terry,
Boredoms,
Animal Collective,
Delta 5,
Cameo,
Mo-Dettes,
Warren Ellis,
Peter and Kerry,
Popol Vuh,
The Five Americans,
the Bar-Kays,
The Cramps,
Erykah Badu,
Nick Fraelich,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Section 25,
Wasted Youth,
The Saints,
kango's stein massive,
Stereo Dub,
Mark Hollis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
H. Thieme,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eric Copeland,
Symarip,
Ludus,
World's Most,
B.T. Express,
Mary Jane Girls,
DNA,
the Normal,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.