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 Canada and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin 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 The Velvet Underground 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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Severed Heads,
Outsiders,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Litter,
Rites of Spring,
Television Personalities,
Guru Guru,
Suicide,
Banda Bassotti,
The Walker Brothers,
Marshall Jefferson,
This Heat,
L. Decosne,
Monks,
Amon Düül II,
Lakeside,
the Normal,
Ronan,
10cc,
Piero Umiliani,
Crooked Eye,
Cecil Taylor,
Smog,
Reuben Wilson,
Todd Rundgren,
the Bar-Kays,
Bootsy Collins,
Inner City,
Yellowson,
The Golliwogs,
Mantronix,
Underground Resistance,
Rapeman,
The Young Rascals,
Black Sheep,
The Black Dice,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Yazoo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dave Gahan,
The Selecter,
The Busters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scrapy,
Peter & Gordon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Agent Orange,
Kayak,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Siglo XX,
Excepter,
La Düsseldorf,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bizarre Inc.,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.