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 Grenada and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Madrid.
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 theremin 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 Carl Craig to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Scion,
The Happenings,
Chris & Cosey,
Eddi Front,
Morten Harket,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marmalade,
DJ Style,
World's Most,
The Slits,
Ornette Coleman,
The New Christs,
Surgeon,
OOIOO,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Black Dice,
The Durutti Column,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Cowsills,
The Fugs,
The Pretty Things,
Ohio Players,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Roxy Music,
Guru Guru,
David Axelrod,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Erykah Badu,
JFA,
Kerri Chandler,
The Skatalites,
Monolake,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nik Kershaw,
Chris Corsano,
DJ Sneak,
Todd Rundgren,
The Golliwogs,
Zapp,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Parry Music,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scott Walker,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
K-Klass,
The Tremeloes,
Funkadelic,
John Holt,
Patti Smith,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Black Moon,
The Move,
Suicide,
Massinfluence,
Flipper,
Judy Mowatt,
Oneida,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.