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 Hungary and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Essential Logic,
Anthony Braxton,
The Moleskins,
Nirvana,
Robert Hood,
The Dirtbombs,
Parry Music,
The Gladiators,
Connie Case,
Radiopuhelimet,
Zapp,
Lightning Bolt,
The Fuzztones,
The J.B.'s,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cheater Slicks,
Dave Gahan,
X-Ray Spex,
H. Thieme,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Raincoats,
Absolute Body Control,
Sam Rivers,
Ludus,
The Standells,
Model 500,
New York Dolls,
Suicide,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Derrick May,
Gabor Szabo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gang Starr,
Subhumans,
Goldenarms,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fluxion,
The Motions,
Ponytail,
Little Man,
Nico,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scan 7,
Bush Tetras,
Arab on Radar,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Quando Quango,
Infiniti,
Technova,
Crash Course in Science,
Sonny Sharrock,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ronan,
Monolake,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.