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 Australia 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the grime 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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Amon Düül II,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Skaos,
Warren Ellis,
This Heat,
Blossom Toes,
Hardrive,
The Smiths,
Oneida,
Graham Central Station,
H. Thieme,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Anthony Braxton,
The Fortunes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Barracudas,
Johnny Clarke,
Robert Wyatt,
The Mojo Men,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sandy B,
Negative Approach,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Echospace,
Depeche Mode,
Sight & Sound,
Youth Brigade,
Marvin Gaye,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mars,
John Holt,
Wire,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Groovy Waters,
Ornette Coleman,
the Swans,
The Buckinghams,
Aural Exciters,
The Doobie Brothers,
Swans,
Inner City,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nick Fraelich,
Y Pants,
Eli Mardock,
Saccharine Trust,
Desert Stars,
Marine Girls,
48th St. Collective,
Donald Byrd,
Morten Harket,
Q and Not U,
Davy DMX,
Peter and Kerry,
Black Moon,
Average White Band,
Warsaw,
The Gun Club,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.