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 Japan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Panda Bear to the funk 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Grey Daturas,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mark Hollis,
The Kinks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Harmonia,
Camouflage,
Sight & Sound,
Radiohead,
Maurizio,
Eric Copeland,
Michelle Simonal,
Andrew Hill,
Patti Smith,
Bill Wells,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mad Mike,
The Gories,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Simply Red,
Alton Ellis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Warren Ellis,
Fad Gadget,
Franke,
Rotary Connection,
Royal Trux,
Panda Bear,
Jeff Mills,
Harry Pussy,
Vladislav Delay,
Dead Boys,
Swell Maps,
Wire,
Joensuu 1685,
June Days,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Flash Fearless,
Carl Craig,
Donny Hathaway,
Ken Boothe,
Nik Kershaw,
Roger Hodgson,
Accadde A,
Half Japanese,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Mummies,
Can,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mandrill,
Malaria!,
Anakelly,
The Five Americans,
The J.B.'s,
Boz Scaggs,
Tom Boy,
Dawn Penn,
Oblivians,
Lebanon Hanover,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.