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 Belgium and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 808 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 Pagans to the punk 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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up 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 güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Vainqueur,
Unrelated Segments,
Byron Stingily,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Quando Quango,
Y Pants,
the Soft Cell,
John Holt,
the Sonics,
Lakeside,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
June Days,
Aswad,
Ice-T,
Morten Harket,
Roxy Music,
Whodini,
Matthew Bourne,
Avey Tare,
Janne Schatter,
Dawn Penn,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Matthew Halsall,
Sugar Minott,
Black Pus,
Amazonics,
Tubeway Army,
Quadrant,
Agent Orange,
The Red Krayola,
Agitation Free,
Gong,
Al Stewart,
The Real Kids,
Henry Cow,
The Leaves,
Arcadia,
The Techniques,
Japan,
Supertramp,
Mission of Burma,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eli Mardock,
Rod Modell,
The Knickerbockers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Monks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Soul II Soul,
Junior Murvin,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Khruangbin,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mars,
Average White Band,
Franke,
Mad Mike,
Andrew Hill,
The Neon Judgement,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.