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 Haiti and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Chris Corsano to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx 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 spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cluster,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tres Demented,
Ten City,
Bang On A Can,
Roger Hodgson,
Jesper Dahlback,
T.S.O.L.,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Names,
Brothers Johnson,
The Blues Magoos,
The Kinks,
Matthew Bourne,
The Music Machine,
The New Christs,
The Golliwogs,
Crooked Eye,
Television,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Urselle,
The Blackbyrds,
R.M.O.,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Junior Murvin,
Josef K,
Japan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lakeside,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fluxion,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Velvet Underground,
David McCallum,
Symarip,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scott Walker,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Delta 5,
Mandrill,
Al Stewart,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
June of 44,
The Toasters,
Suicide,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Malaria!,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eurythmics,
Toni Rubio,
Black Bananas,
Barry Ungar,
La Düsseldorf,
Eric B and Rakim,
Chrome,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.