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 Cuba and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Neu! to the jazz 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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
The Angels of Light,
Blake Baxter,
The Fall,
Cal Tjader,
Lee Hazlewood,
Babytalk,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nas,
Technova,
The Cramps,
The Residents,
Popol Vuh,
Eric Dolphy,
Brothers Johnson,
Moby Grape,
Mars,
Wally Richardson,
Isaac Hayes,
Barry Ungar,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mantronix,
Ponytail,
Rekid,
The Fire Engines,
The Litter,
Severed Heads,
Graham Central Station,
L. Decosne,
Y Pants,
Fluxion,
Bang On A Can,
Sam Rivers,
The Skatalites,
Barbara Tucker,
Eli Mardock,
Thompson Twins,
the Slits,
Excepter,
Brick,
Con Funk Shun,
Alton Ellis,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bizarre Inc.,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bush Tetras,
Zapp,
Amazonics,
Livin' Joy,
The Young Rascals,
Avey Tare,
Harry Pussy,
Liliput,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The J.B.'s,
Letta Mbulu,
Tres Demented,
Thee Headcoats,
Alison Limerick,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.