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 Jordan and from Portland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Beijing.
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 Donald Fagen 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 DNA to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Gabor Szabo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Names,
The Evens,
R.M.O.,
Henry Cow,
Roy Ayers,
Lungfish,
Ice-T,
Hot Snakes,
Roxette,
Malaria!,
Robert Wyatt,
Nils Olav,
The New Christs,
Scion,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scientists,
Rod Modell,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sarah Menescal,
Black Flag,
Nation of Ulysses,
DJ Sneak,
Arab on Radar,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bang On A Can,
The Birthday Party,
Gil Scott Heron,
Junior Murvin,
The Fall,
Stereo Dub,
Mission of Burma,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Red Krayola,
The Selecter,
Max Romeo,
Pussy Galore,
Unwound,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Matthew Halsall,
Soft Machine,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Brand Nubian,
Nas,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Model 500,
Half Japanese,
The Fugs,
Fad Gadget,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mad Mike,
Chris & Cosey,
Iggy Pop,
New Order,
Alphaville,
Symarip,
Angry Samoans,
the Sonics,
Black Moon,
Yazoo,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.