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 Lithuania and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 Lagos and Copenhagen.
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 theremin 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 Matthew Halsall to the funk 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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
the Sonics,
Hashim,
Aswad,
The Evens,
The New Christs,
Gerry Rafferty,
John Coltrane,
Gang Green,
DJ Style,
Kas Product,
The Human League,
AZ,
The Litter,
Heaven 17,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sixth Finger,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Grass Roots,
Subhumans,
Interpol,
Kurtis Blow,
Desert Stars,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Unwound,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Divine Comedy,
Peter and Kerry,
Siglo XX,
The Happenings,
Mantronix,
Alton Ellis,
The Kinks,
The Golliwogs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cheater Slicks,
Donny Hathaway,
Reuben Wilson,
The Stooges,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Man Parrish,
Bobby Byrd,
Quantec,
Spoonie Gee,
Liliput,
Davy DMX,
Infiniti,
Jerry's Kids,
ABC,
Sister Nancy,
The Tremeloes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ohio Players,
Marmalade,
Fatback Band,
Swans,
Black Moon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.