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 Senegal and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Khruangbin to the punk 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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Bobby Byrd,
The Litter,
Man Parrish,
Wire,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dark Day,
Steve Hackett,
the Germs,
Scott Walker,
Reuben Wilson,
Crash Course in Science,
Jimmy McGriff,
Unrelated Segments,
Pole,
The Doors,
Reagan Youth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The J.B.'s,
Oblivians,
Henry Cow,
The Neon Judgement,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Vainqueur,
Toni Rubio,
The Sonics,
Todd Rundgren,
David Axelrod,
Chrome,
Gang Green,
Susan Cadogan,
Albert Ayler,
Outsiders,
Can,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Young Rascals,
Boredoms,
The American Breed,
John Lydon,
Junior Murvin,
Faraquet,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Hot Snakes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Warren Ellis,
Suicide,
Ornette Coleman,
Wings,
Swell Maps,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Soft Machine,
Pantytec,
James White and The Blacks,
Yaz,
Goldenarms,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lindisfarne,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Brass Construction,
Terrestrial Tones,
Robert Wyatt,
Bizarre Inc.,
Country Teasers,
Maurizio,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.