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 Antigua and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 clarinet 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 Lou Reed to the dance 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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gang Starr,
Amon Düül,
Alison Limerick,
Sällskapet,
Frankie Knuckles,
Joe Finger,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kerrie Biddell,
Drexciya,
The Trojans,
Man Parrish,
L. Decosne,
Rakim,
Pantaleimon,
Zero Boys,
Eddi Front,
Reagan Youth,
Gerry Rafferty,
Adolescents,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Invisible,
The Fire Engines,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Procol Harum,
MDC,
Barry Ungar,
Gong,
The Cure,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
X-101,
Iggy Pop,
The Blackbyrds,
Infiniti,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Minutemen,
Agitation Free,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Walker Brothers,
Black Flag,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The United States of America,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kenny Larkin,
Lakeside,
Bob Dylan,
Aaron Thompson,
Kerri Chandler,
Buzzcocks,
The Pretty Things,
Kaleidoscope,
Nik Kershaw,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Talk Talk,
Gang Gang Dance,
Moebius,
Monolake,
The Black Dice,
Barclay James Harvest,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.