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 Botswana and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 K-Klass to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Saints,
Susan Cadogan,
The Techniques,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Boredoms,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Deepchord,
Public Enemy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Donald Byrd,
Can,
Procol Harum,
Minnie Riperton,
Black Pus,
T.S.O.L.,
Janne Schatter,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Electric Prunes,
Oneida,
Henry Cow,
X-Ray Spex,
Goldenarms,
New Order,
OOIOO,
Pulsallama,
The Dirtbombs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Maurizio,
Pantaleimon,
Scott Walker,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
U.S. Maple,
The Zeros,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Intrusion,
The Divine Comedy,
Babytalk,
Funkadelic,
Skarface,
Parry Music,
AZ,
Jeff Lynne,
The Dead C,
New York Dolls,
Jacques Brel,
June Days,
Lindisfarne,
Fluxion,
Juan Atkins,
Bob Dylan,
Reagan Youth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Japan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.