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 Ghana and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the 808 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 Warren Ellis to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
June of 44,
Gichy Dan,
Stetsasonic,
Matthew Bourne,
D'Angelo,
The Birthday Party,
cv313,
Aural Exciters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Schoolly D,
Dennis Brown,
Nico,
Underground Resistance,
Bobby Sherman,
Kaleidoscope,
The Victims,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Buckinghams,
Ossler,
KRS-One,
Brass Construction,
China Crisis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Darondo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pagans,
the Germs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Throbbing Gristle,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lakeside,
Chris & Cosey,
Infiniti,
Can,
The Doors,
Ultimate Spinach,
Letta Mbulu,
Soulsonic Force,
Newcleus,
Echospace,
Monolake,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Morten Harket,
Electric Light Orchestra,
8 Eyed Spy,
JFA,
DJ Style,
Lalann,
Mantronix,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Dirtbombs,
Aloha Tigers,
Icehouse,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Animal Collective,
The Doobie Brothers,
Camberwell Now,
Jawbox,
Porter Ricks,
Junior Murvin,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.