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 Paraguay and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin 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 Trumans Water to the jazz 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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
E-Dancer,
Basic Channel,
The Divine Comedy,
Jeff Mills,
Sandy B,
The Fall,
Cameo,
Don Cherry,
Audionom,
Sarah Menescal,
Smog,
H. Thieme,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cymande,
The Happenings,
Flash Fearless,
Gang Green,
The Doobie Brothers,
Q65,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Sonics,
Sonic Youth,
Second Layer,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Human League,
Black Pus,
The Fortunes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tommy Roe,
Bill Wells,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Buckinghams,
Dawn Penn,
Godley & Creme,
Deepchord,
Aswad,
Ossler,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nils Olav,
Jerry's Kids,
The Residents,
The Standells,
Radiohead,
Nick Fraelich,
Stereo Dub,
Pere Ubu,
Excepter,
T.S.O.L.,
Spandau Ballet,
Chris & Cosey,
Simply Red,
the Human League,
Maleditus Sound,
Stockholm Monsters,
Man Parrish,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.