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 Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Amon Düül II to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Knickerbockers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ice-T,
Pierre Henry,
Amazonics,
ABC,
Intrusion,
Byron Stingily,
Reuben Wilson,
Half Japanese,
Main Source,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sonny Sharrock,
Tim Buckley,
Ohio Players,
Pole,
Derrick Morgan,
X-102,
Cal Tjader,
The Velvet Underground,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nils Olav,
Fela Kuti,
The Fall,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Crime,
Black Sheep,
Eve St. Jones,
The Selecter,
Scion,
Bush Tetras,
Khruangbin,
Duran Duran,
Suburban Knight,
Radiohead,
Yaz,
Josef K,
Toni Rubio,
The Zeros,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
K-Klass,
Scan 7,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Detroit Cobras,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rites of Spring,
Basic Channel,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nico,
Talk Talk,
The Offenders,
Sonic Youth,
Section 25,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sugar Minott,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
JFA,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.