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 Antigua and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Tropical Tobacco to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Tres Demented,
Colin Newman,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Soulsonic Force,
Monolake,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rakim,
Nick Fraelich,
Jacques Brel,
Frankie Knuckles,
Yaz,
Gichy Dan,
Reuben Wilson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bill Near,
Agent Orange,
Inner City,
Soft Machine,
The Cure,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Groovy Waters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Johnny Osbourne,
Swell Maps,
Laurel Aitken,
Sam Rivers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Litter,
OOIOO,
Traffic Nightmare,
Radiopuhelimet,
Angry Samoans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Quadrant,
Godley & Creme,
The Seeds,
This Heat,
The Blues Magoos,
Bobby Byrd,
Matthew Bourne,
Blake Baxter,
Liliput,
Graham Central Station,
Carl Craig,
Ohio Players,
E-Dancer,
Icehouse,
Connie Case,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cheater Slicks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
New Age Steppers,
The Fortunes,
Byron Stingily,
Tommy Roe,
Absolute Body Control,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.