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 Seychelles and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ 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 Joy Division to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Quando Quango,
Mad Mike,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Charles Mingus,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Theoretical Girls,
Bush Tetras,
Robert Wyatt,
Man Parrish,
The Monks,
Henry Cow,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Happenings,
E-Dancer,
Kayak,
Electric Prunes,
Yaz,
Jacob Miller,
Massinfluence,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mission of Burma,
The Smoke,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ash Ra Tempel,
kango's stein massive,
Boz Scaggs,
Rosa Yemen,
Jerry's Kids,
Sixth Finger,
Grauzone,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Soft Cell,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Real Kids,
Carl Craig,
The Seeds,
Amazonics,
Khruangbin,
cv313,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gregory Isaacs,
Derrick Morgan,
Gabor Szabo,
Motorama,
Amon Düül,
Niagra,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scientists,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joe Smooth,
Sound Behaviour,
Pere Ubu,
Rotary Connection,
Adolescents,
Eddi Front,
Susan Cadogan,
the Swans,
Mantronix,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.