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 Ivory Coast and from London.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Magma to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
The Invisible,
Rod Modell,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Monolake,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jandek,
Gong,
PIL,
Barbara Tucker,
Mark Hollis,
Big Daddy Kane,
Masters at Work,
Ultimate Spinach,
Livin' Joy,
the Bar-Kays,
The Smoke,
Darondo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Aswad,
Soft Machine,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lucky Dragons,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Carl Craig,
Tom Boy,
Mars,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Freddie Wadling,
Sex Pistols,
X-101,
The Fugs,
Howard Jones,
Ronan,
The Gories,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ohio Players,
Crime,
Funkadelic,
Nils Olav,
These Immortal Souls,
Marshall Jefferson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Don Cherry,
Amon Düül,
Desert Stars,
X-102,
Chrome,
Camberwell Now,
the Swans,
ABBA,
The Cramps,
Reagan Youth,
Johnny Clarke,
Scion,
Alison Limerick,
Fugazi,
Joensuu 1685,
Q and Not U,
Massinfluence,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.