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 Gambia and from New York.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 organ 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 Eric Copeland to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Donald Byrd,
Jesper Dahlback,
Swell Maps,
Rod Modell,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eric Copeland,
Roger Hodgson,
Sam Rivers,
Mantronix,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
One Last Wish,
Delon & Dalcan,
Theoretical Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Slits,
Dark Day,
Bobby Womack,
Das Ding,
Sister Nancy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sound Behaviour,
Wasted Youth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Minny Pops,
Lower 48,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gil Scott Heron,
Suicide,
Nation of Ulysses,
T. Rex,
Interpol,
The Motions,
Leonard Cohen,
Black Sheep,
The Knickerbockers,
L. Decosne,
Anthony Braxton,
Negative Approach,
Sällskapet,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cameo,
Gabor Szabo,
Deepchord,
Lungfish,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Audionom,
Electric Prunes,
Shoche,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Hasil Adkins,
Pussy Galore,
The Gun Club,
Drive Like Jehu,
Blake Baxter,
DNA,
Crooked Eye,
Television Personalities,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.