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 France and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 oboe 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 Traffic Nightmare to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Morten Harket,
June of 44,
Dawn Penn,
The Shadows of Knight,
Camberwell Now,
Aaron Thompson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sonic Youth,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kool Moe Dee,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tomorrow,
Warsaw,
Joey Negro,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scrapy,
The Busters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
MDC,
The Red Krayola,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Soft Cell,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Desert Stars,
Harry Pussy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Gladiators,
Sister Nancy,
Bluetip,
Half Japanese,
Infiniti,
Black Sheep,
The Sisters of Mercy,
John Holt,
Minnie Riperton,
Eurythmics,
Sonny Sharrock,
Howard Jones,
Organ,
Connie Case,
Sarah Menescal,
E-Dancer,
Sly & The Family Stone,
B.T. Express,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rufus Thomas,
Gerry Rafferty,
Brand Nubian,
Mission of Burma,
Spoonie Gee,
Television Personalities,
Inner City,
The Pop Group,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Accadde A,
X-101,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.