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 Bahrain and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Lou Reed 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 Mary Jane Girls to the electroclash 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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Cecil Taylor,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Misunderstood,
Sister Nancy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lindisfarne,
The Dave Clark Five,
Black Pus,
Basic Channel,
Robert Görl,
The Buckinghams,
Joyce Sims,
Suicide,
Kaleidoscope,
Tomorrow,
Dawn Penn,
Gang Starr,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Doobie Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Maurizio,
Gil Scott Heron,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fad Gadget,
Surgeon,
Brothers Johnson,
Massinfluence,
Chris Corsano,
The Mummies,
Mr. Review,
Al Stewart,
Anthony Braxton,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jerry's Kids,
Deepchord,
Agent Orange,
Bobby Byrd,
Y Pants,
Darondo,
Oneida,
Rod Modell,
Nils Olav,
Pantytec,
Kenny Larkin,
Jeff Mills,
La Düsseldorf,
Man Parrish,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Excepter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
X-102,
Howard Jones,
New York Dolls,
Laurel Aitken,
Buzzcocks,
Stetsasonic,
Das Ding,
The Fire Engines,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.