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 Kosovo and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator 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 Scrapy to the grime 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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors 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?
Steve Hackett,
Jacques Brel,
Organ,
Monolake,
Mantronix,
Boz Scaggs,
Sonic Youth,
a-ha,
Cheater Slicks,
Little Man,
Blake Baxter,
Pierre Henry,
The Buckinghams,
Blossom Toes,
Maurizio,
Alphaville,
Zapp,
Rhythm & Sound,
Alison Limerick,
Bang On A Can,
cv313,
Soft Cell,
The Sonics,
Eric B and Rakim,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Remains,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Count Five,
Public Image Ltd.,
New York Dolls,
The Skatalites,
Hot Snakes,
The Red Krayola,
Freddie Wadling,
Johnny Clarke,
Aswad,
Eric Dolphy,
The Blues Magoos,
Can,
Rotary Connection,
Scion,
Faraquet,
Stockholm Monsters,
Slave,
Stiv Bators,
The Birthday Party,
The Beau Brummels,
Duran Duran,
Tommy Roe,
FM Einheit,
Skaos,
Altered Images,
the Germs,
Von Mondo,
Tres Demented,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.