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 Ethiopia and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Dawn Penn to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
The Smiths,
Donny Hathaway,
Cecil Taylor,
Schoolly D,
Accadde A,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Audionom,
The Gun Club,
Barclay James Harvest,
Be Bop Deluxe,
E-Dancer,
Gang of Four,
Gabor Szabo,
Surgeon,
Roger Hodgson,
The Knickerbockers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scion,
New Order,
The Star Department,
Anthony Braxton,
Amon Düül II,
The Doors,
Kaleidoscope,
John Cale,
The Music Machine,
T.S.O.L.,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nas,
June of 44,
World's Most,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Letta Mbulu,
The American Breed,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
This Heat,
Crash Course in Science,
Heaven 17,
the Soft Cell,
Lindisfarne,
Vladislav Delay,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Skarface,
Susan Cadogan,
Inner City,
Jeff Mills,
Minor Threat,
Thompson Twins,
Iggy Pop,
Tom Boy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Davy DMX,
Qualms,
Talk Talk,
Erasure,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.