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 Malaysia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 In Retrospect to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Desert Stars,
Faust,
Panda Bear,
Nils Olav,
Joe Smooth,
Can,
Yellowson,
Monks,
Brothers Johnson,
Mission of Burma,
Easy Going,
Piero Umiliani,
The United States of America,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pylon,
Buzzcocks,
Connie Case,
Johnny Clarke,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kaleidoscope,
Gong,
Mantronix,
Loose Ends,
Marmalade,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Don Cherry,
Arthur Verocai,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sixth Finger,
Echospace,
Radiopuhelimet,
Crash Course in Science,
The Zeros,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jeff Mills,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tears for Fears,
Ituana,
Subhumans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Model 500,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
KRS-One,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Whodini,
Joyce Sims,
The Dead C,
Crooked Eye,
Jacob Miller,
Josef K,
Aswad,
Gang Green,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eric Dolphy,
Juan Atkins,
In Retrospect,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.