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 Mexico and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Fat Boys,
Oneida,
Arab on Radar,
Barrington Levy,
The Sound,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Skatalites,
Robert Hood,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Trumans Water,
The Fire Engines,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Aloha Tigers,
Prince Buster,
Brothers Johnson,
Essential Logic,
Matthew Halsall,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wally Richardson,
Vladislav Delay,
Anakelly,
Sister Nancy,
The Monochrome Set,
the Swans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Hardrive,
AZ,
Gang of Four,
Magma,
Nas,
Sarah Menescal,
Slick Rick,
Lightning Bolt,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pantytec,
The Alarm Clocks,
Desert Stars,
The Young Rascals,
Maurizio,
Robert Wyatt,
Bill Near,
Intrusion,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sugar Minott,
Colin Newman,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Liliput,
Brand Nubian,
Eden Ahbez,
Albert Ayler,
Soft Machine,
Isaac Hayes,
Deakin,
Jeff Lynne,
Buzzcocks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Evens,
Au Pairs,
The Dirtbombs,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.