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 Oman and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kool Moe Dee to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Flipper,
The Names,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Franke,
The Mojo Men,
the Fania All-Stars,
Skarface,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Evens,
Matthew Halsall,
The Slits,
Talk Talk,
Saccharine Trust,
Lightning Bolt,
Masters at Work,
Eric Copeland,
Jandek,
Ronnie Foster,
Zero Boys,
Crispian St. Peters,
Maurizio,
The Monochrome Set,
Minny Pops,
Sister Nancy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mad Mike,
Fat Boys,
The Walker Brothers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Blackbyrds,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
FM Einheit,
ABC,
These Immortal Souls,
Schoolly D,
Eddi Front,
Spoonie Gee,
The Remains,
Pylon,
The Index,
Henry Cow,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bobby Sherman,
Dawn Penn,
Youth Brigade,
AZ,
Joey Negro,
Arthur Verocai,
The Smoke,
Scratch Acid,
D'Angelo,
Todd Rundgren,
Arab on Radar,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
X-102,
Flash Fearless,
X-Ray Spex,
Gong,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.