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 Chile and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Black Bananas to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Doobie Brothers,
10cc,
Carl Craig,
Gang Starr,
Talk Talk,
Boredoms,
The Detroit Cobras,
Depeche Mode,
Main Source,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Birthday Party,
Aaron Thompson,
Gabor Szabo,
Half Japanese,
Flipper,
Colin Newman,
The Martian,
Excepter,
Adolescents,
Jacob Miller,
Pole,
Leonard Cohen,
the Normal,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gong,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marcia Griffiths,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wally Richardson,
Andrew Hill,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pantaleimon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Saccharine Trust,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Neu!,
Tom Boy,
Altered Images,
Radio Birdman,
The Dirtbombs,
Index,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Groovy Waters,
Skriet,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Symarip,
H. Thieme,
Swans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lou Reed,
E-Dancer,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Fall,
Unwound,
Tropical Tobacco,
Blake Baxter,
Donny Hathaway,
Warsaw,
Amon Düül II,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.