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 Bulgaria and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 linndrum 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 Easy Going to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
New Order,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lyres,
Leonard Cohen,
Desert Stars,
The Birthday Party,
Drexciya,
Juan Atkins,
Eric Copeland,
Index,
Smog,
Bauhaus,
The Smoke,
Yusef Lateef,
Fela Kuti,
Audionom,
Soft Cell,
Bob Dylan,
Marvin Gaye,
The Beau Brummels,
One Last Wish,
Aswad,
The Techniques,
Suburban Knight,
Minor Threat,
The Black Dice,
Minnie Riperton,
In Retrospect,
Brass Construction,
Interpol,
Robert Hood,
Idris Muhammad,
Zero Boys,
Dark Day,
Circle Jerks,
Gang Green,
Ice-T,
Mad Mike,
Nico,
Marine Girls,
Toni Rubio,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Gun Club,
Joyce Sims,
Pantytec,
Banda Bassotti,
The Young Rascals,
Tears for Fears,
Parry Music,
Neu!,
Radio Birdman,
Curtis Mayfield,
Black Flag,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Anakelly,
the Soft Cell,
Funkadelic,
Barbara Tucker,
K-Klass,
The Fall,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.