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 Egypt and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bill Near to the punk 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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Motorama 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?
The Skatalites,
Stiv Bators,
Fear,
Davy DMX,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Throbbing Gristle,
Stockholm Monsters,
Absolute Body Control,
Warsaw,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bronski Beat,
Section 25,
Khruangbin,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
New Age Steppers,
Sparks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The New Christs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ossler,
Young Marble Giants,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Radio Birdman,
Urselle,
Circle Jerks,
Judy Mowatt,
Talk Talk,
Boredoms,
Kayak,
The Golliwogs,
Brass Construction,
Jandek,
EPMD,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Hasil Adkins,
The Dirtbombs,
Quadrant,
Bob Dylan,
Crime,
Tubeway Army,
Sister Nancy,
The Names,
Chris & Cosey,
Rufus Thomas,
Joe Smooth,
The Gories,
DNA,
Derrick Morgan,
The Happenings,
Bobbi Humphrey,
R.M.O.,
Sonic Youth,
Bang On A Can,
Mantronix,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eden Ahbez,
Terry Callier,
Frankie Knuckles,
Todd Terry,
Main Source,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.