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 Algeria and from Seoul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 Cecil Taylor to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scott Walker,
Chris Corsano,
X-101,
Dorothy Ashby,
EPMD,
Niagra,
The Human League,
Drexciya,
Sarah Menescal,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Essential Logic,
Make Up,
Alton Ellis,
Bizarre Inc.,
Carl Craig,
Kool Moe Dee,
World's Most,
Skaos,
Newcleus,
The Beau Brummels,
The Selecter,
Quando Quango,
John Lydon,
A Certain Ratio,
The Fire Engines,
Pantytec,
Steve Hackett,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Index,
Oblivians,
Public Enemy,
Soft Machine,
Bill Wells,
Eric Dolphy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Anakelly,
Funky Four + One,
T. Rex,
The Monks,
Wire,
The Walker Brothers,
Panda Bear,
Johnny Clarke,
Mandrill,
Dark Day,
Tomorrow,
The Searchers,
Nik Kershaw,
Pantaleimon,
Lou Christie,
Scratch Acid,
The Flesh Eaters,
Vainqueur,
Tubeway Army,
Amon Düül II,
Jawbox,
Wasted Youth,
Nick Fraelich,
Absolute Body Control,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.