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 Senegal and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Con Funk Shun,
Absolute Body Control,
Monolake,
Shoche,
Young Marble Giants,
Bobby Byrd,
The Mummies,
Rites of Spring,
Jerry's Kids,
Barry Ungar,
Todd Terry,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dennis Brown,
Amon Düül II,
Todd Rundgren,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bobby Womack,
Scratch Acid,
Slave,
Kas Product,
The New Christs,
The United States of America,
Zero Boys,
Terry Callier,
Nirvana,
Supertramp,
Josef K,
Camouflage,
The Blackbyrds,
Rotary Connection,
Public Enemy,
the Normal,
Masters at Work,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Swell Maps,
Sam Rivers,
Model 500,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Camberwell Now,
The Black Dice,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mary Jane Girls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nation of Ulysses,
D'Angelo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Icehouse,
The Blues Magoos,
The J.B.'s,
Youth Brigade,
Talk Talk,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Letta Mbulu,
Jacob Miller,
Crime,
The Durutti Column,
kango's stein massive,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.