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 Mauritius and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1978 at the first Visage 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 The Selecter 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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Fela Kuti,
The Real Kids,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Man Parrish,
Zero Boys,
Main Source,
Vladislav Delay,
June of 44,
Maleditus Sound,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Anthony Braxton,
Lower 48,
Yellowson,
The Star Department,
The Five Americans,
Andrew Hill,
Tim Buckley,
Drive Like Jehu,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
OOIOO,
Kerrie Biddell,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tropical Tobacco,
A Certain Ratio,
Wasted Youth,
Kenny Larkin,
T.S.O.L.,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bobby Sherman,
Kevin Saunderson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bronski Beat,
La Düsseldorf,
Cluster,
These Immortal Souls,
Jawbox,
James White and The Blacks,
Yusef Lateef,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Erykah Badu,
Half Japanese,
Scott Walker,
Jacob Miller,
The Walker Brothers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jeff Lynne,
Chris & Cosey,
Rosa Yemen,
KRS-One,
The Doors,
Oneida,
Graham Central Station,
Soulsonic Force,
Rod Modell,
David McCallum,
Pole,
The Residents,
Chrome,
Motorama,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.