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 Solomon Islands and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Columbus.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines 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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Urselle,
The Saints,
Alton Ellis,
John Coltrane,
The Sonics,
Roger Hodgson,
The Names,
The Human League,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lee Hazlewood,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Delon & Dalcan,
Reagan Youth,
Soul Sonic Force,
Leonard Cohen,
Soulsonic Force,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Public Enemy,
Cameo,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Music Machine,
The Toasters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Prince Buster,
Kayak,
The Moody Blues,
Lindisfarne,
The Offenders,
Mars,
Subhumans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Robert Wyatt,
Bobby Byrd,
Television Personalities,
Henry Cow,
Eve St. Jones,
Zero Boys,
Parry Music,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marc Almond,
Radiohead,
Archie Shepp,
It's A Beautiful Day,
UT,
The Standells,
Alphaville,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Tremeloes,
Glenn Branca,
Lebanon Hanover,
cv313,
Franke,
Alison Limerick,
Faust,
Sarah Menescal,
a-ha,
Nick Fraelich,
Shoche,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.