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 India and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 MC5 to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Buzzcocks,
Grauzone,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mission of Burma,
Jeff Mills,
The American Breed,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sun City Girls,
DNA,
Scan 7,
B.T. Express,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Germs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sarah Menescal,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Moebius,
Roxette,
Pierre Henry,
OOIOO,
Zapp,
Ronnie Foster,
Cabaret Voltaire,
JFA,
The Martian,
Basic Channel,
The Zeros,
Todd Terry,
Niagra,
R.M.O.,
Monolake,
Bizarre Inc.,
Schoolly D,
Minnie Riperton,
Loose Ends,
UT,
Sparks,
These Immortal Souls,
Crime,
New Age Steppers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kayak,
Surgeon,
Smog,
The J.B.'s,
Bang On A Can,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eddi Front,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Reuben Wilson,
Goldenarms,
Albert Ayler,
The Velvet Underground,
Wire,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gang of Four,
Los Fastidios,
Faraquet,
Gang Starr,
Flash Fearless,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.