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 Tajikistan and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jacques Brel to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Talk Talk,
Laurel Aitken,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Knickerbockers,
June of 44,
Pantaleimon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kurtis Blow,
The Saints,
Sonny Sharrock,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rufus Thomas,
Charles Mingus,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
8 Eyed Spy,
Radio Birdman,
Animal Collective,
Josef K,
Tomorrow,
Stockholm Monsters,
Main Source,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Matthew Bourne,
Reagan Youth,
Bush Tetras,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Trojans,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joey Negro,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Hardrive,
Alice Coltrane,
Television Personalities,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Grass Roots,
Eli Mardock,
X-102,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marvin Gaye,
The Busters,
Massinfluence,
Pierre Henry,
Unrelated Segments,
Ludus,
Young Marble Giants,
Drexciya,
Ultra Naté,
The Divine Comedy,
Cecil Taylor,
Pet Shop Boys,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Organ,
Trumans Water,
Cal Tjader,
The Count Five,
Crash Course in Science,
Ohio Players,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.