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 Cambodia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bobby Byrd to the disco 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Jeff Lynne,
Davy DMX,
Malaria!,
China Crisis,
Peter and Kerry,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Deepchord,
CMW,
Dawn Penn,
Blossom Toes,
Smog,
Idris Muhammad,
The Cramps,
Fatback Band,
Monks,
Electric Prunes,
Archie Shepp,
Wolf Eyes,
The Seeds,
Glambeats Corp.,
Das Ding,
Matthew Bourne,
Fugazi,
Thompson Twins,
Barry Ungar,
Johnny Osbourne,
Masters at Work,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Doobie Brothers,
Amazonics,
E-Dancer,
Fad Gadget,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Real Kids,
Joey Negro,
Easy Going,
Newcleus,
Camouflage,
Depeche Mode,
Japan,
Donny Hathaway,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Procol Harum,
Sonny Sharrock,
John Cale,
Bootsy Collins,
The Neon Judgement,
Wasted Youth,
Visage,
Negative Approach,
The Gladiators,
Mandrill,
Todd Terry,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
La Düsseldorf,
Zapp,
The Black Dice,
B.T. Express,
Yusef Lateef,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.