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 Panama and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Leonard Cohen to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Black Sheep,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eurythmics,
Agitation Free,
Silicon Teens,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Monks,
Judy Mowatt,
Buzzcocks,
Trumans Water,
Michelle Simonal,
The Fugs,
Barbara Tucker,
Vladislav Delay,
The Blues Magoos,
Hoover,
Deadbeat,
Frankie Knuckles,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Joensuu 1685,
Swell Maps,
Half Japanese,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
June of 44,
Joe Smooth,
Joy Division,
Cheater Slicks,
Henry Cow,
Cymande,
Aural Exciters,
The Count Five,
The Alarm Clocks,
Moss Icon,
Minor Threat,
Pharoah Sanders,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Fuzztones,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
T.S.O.L.,
Harpers Bizarre,
Little Man,
The Toasters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The American Breed,
Organ,
The Blackbyrds,
The Slackers,
Fela Kuti,
Theoretical Girls,
Gabor Szabo,
Lindisfarne,
Sixth Finger,
Ornette Coleman,
Icehouse,
Maleditus Sound,
Alice Coltrane,
Newcleus,
Y Pants,
Public Enemy,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.