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 Panama and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Robert Wyatt,
Skarface,
Cheater Slicks,
Severed Heads,
Barclay James Harvest,
Chris & Cosey,
Roxy Music,
Pharoah Sanders,
Theoretical Girls,
Ralphi Rosario,
Au Pairs,
Sandy B,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pole,
Funky Four + One,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
T. Rex,
Von Mondo,
Amazonics,
Blancmange,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ronnie Foster,
Archie Shepp,
Ludus,
Roy Ayers,
The Divine Comedy,
The Names,
The Selecter,
Charles Mingus,
The Mummies,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Music Machine,
Brass Construction,
Audionom,
Circle Jerks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sparks,
The Dirtbombs,
Alison Limerick,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Crash Course in Science,
Minutemen,
The Cure,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Erykah Badu,
Stereo Dub,
the Slits,
Matthew Bourne,
Oblivians,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sixth Finger,
Kerri Chandler,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eve St. Jones,
The Gladiators,
Bizarre Inc.,
B.T. Express,
UT,
Rufus Thomas,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.