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 Netherlands and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Nirvana to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mad Mike,
Barclay James Harvest,
Zero Boys,
The Gories,
Grauzone,
Sister Nancy,
The Busters,
X-Ray Spex,
Drive Like Jehu,
Laurel Aitken,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gang Starr,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Gun Club,
Bill Near,
Jeff Mills,
The Human League,
The Grass Roots,
Television,
Ludus,
Public Enemy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rod Modell,
10cc,
Fatback Band,
Bad Manners,
Talk Talk,
Spoonie Gee,
Henry Cow,
MDC,
Wally Richardson,
Neu!,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kenny Larkin,
B.T. Express,
The Cosmic Jokers,
June of 44,
Robert Wyatt,
Von Mondo,
The Raincoats,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Agent Orange,
Theoretical Girls,
Matthew Halsall,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Warsaw,
The Durutti Column,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Spandau Ballet,
Reuben Wilson,
The Velvet Underground,
Absolute Body Control,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nirvana,
The Gap Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Normal,
Joy Division,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.