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 Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Hong Kong.
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 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 Skriet to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
MC5,
Basic Channel,
Sarah Menescal,
Symarip,
Eve St. Jones,
Henry Cow,
Ponytail,
Fela Kuti,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Y Pants,
Colin Newman,
Trumans Water,
Fear,
Andrew Hill,
Qualms,
UT,
The Standells,
The Seeds,
Camberwell Now,
Malaria!,
X-101,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cecil Taylor,
The Remains,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Crash Course in Science,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Howard Jones,
The Offenders,
Accadde A,
Morten Harket,
Panda Bear,
Absolute Body Control,
Average White Band,
Eric Dolphy,
The Cramps,
Essential Logic,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Radio Birdman,
Con Funk Shun,
Television,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Searchers,
AZ,
Cheater Slicks,
Eurythmics,
Lou Reed,
Eden Ahbez,
Moebius,
Eli Mardock,
Faraquet,
Brick,
Pierre Henry,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Music Machine,
The Star Department,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.