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 Tuvalu and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar 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 Bill Near to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Khruangbin,
Joe Smooth,
cv313,
Terry Callier,
Black Moon,
The Pop Group,
K-Klass,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Hot Snakes,
The Skatalites,
Gang Starr,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Reuben Wilson,
Monks,
This Heat,
Ronan,
UT,
the Bar-Kays,
The Residents,
Japan,
The Leaves,
Sam Rivers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Infiniti,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Smiths,
Niagra,
Alton Ellis,
Yazoo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Susan Cadogan,
Television,
Crime,
The Techniques,
Michelle Simonal,
The Angels of Light,
Aural Exciters,
Gabor Szabo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Intrusion,
Wings,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nils Olav,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Spandau Ballet,
Jandek,
Bill Wells,
Excepter,
the Normal,
The Fall,
The Victims,
The Doobie Brothers,
Soft Cell,
Albert Ayler,
Public Enemy,
Sugar Minott,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Prince Buster,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
John Foxx,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.