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 Sierra Leone and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
The Busters,
This Heat,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Erasure,
Moebius,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Kinks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Anakelly,
Groovy Waters,
the Bar-Kays,
Simply Red,
Althea and Donna,
Rhythm & Sound,
New Age Steppers,
Matthew Bourne,
Khruangbin,
Grauzone,
Scott Walker,
The Blackbyrds,
Altered Images,
Nico,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marvin Gaye,
Dead Boys,
Tom Boy,
LL Cool J,
Infiniti,
The Leaves,
Soulsonic Force,
The Walker Brothers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Prince Buster,
The Saints,
Nation of Ulysses,
Neil Young,
Kool Moe Dee,
David McCallum,
Peter & Gordon,
The Names,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jeff Lynne,
Peter and Kerry,
Henry Cow,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Depeche Mode,
MDC,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mo-Dettes,
Pylon,
The Trojans,
Country Teasers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Smoke,
Ronnie Foster,
Pet Shop Boys,
Interpol,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.