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 Tunisia and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 mellotron 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 Jeff Mills to the funk 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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
The Human League,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Electric Prunes,
Kas Product,
Sun City Girls,
Flipper,
Dual Sessions,
Make Up,
the Slits,
Little Man,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Barbara Tucker,
Jerry's Kids,
Rosa Yemen,
Mr. Review,
K-Klass,
Deakin,
Black Sheep,
This Heat,
Derrick May,
Ultravox,
Wire,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Kurtis Blow,
Warren Ellis,
Sandy B,
Suburban Knight,
The Kinks,
Rod Modell,
Morten Harket,
Scion,
Newcleus,
The New Christs,
Bang On A Can,
Scan 7,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Barclay James Harvest,
Brick,
Urselle,
Pylon,
The Durutti Column,
Animal Collective,
Marvin Gaye,
X-Ray Spex,
Kerrie Biddell,
A Certain Ratio,
Thee Headcoats,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pharoah Sanders,
Faust,
Livin' Joy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Das Ding,
Mandrill,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Curtis Mayfield,
Alton Ellis,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.