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 South Africa and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Johannesburg.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Siglo XX to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
The Index,
Funkadelic,
Gabor Szabo,
Sparks,
DNA,
Terry Callier,
Parry Music,
Boredoms,
The Invisible,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Skarface,
Graham Central Station,
Rhythm & Sound,
Stereo Dub,
Ultra Naté,
Todd Terry,
Excepter,
Althea and Donna,
Whodini,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Susan Cadogan,
Ituana,
Kerri Chandler,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Martian,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Toasters,
Schoolly D,
Banda Bassotti,
Nick Fraelich,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Real Kids,
Idris Muhammad,
Pagans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Heaven 17,
Youth Brigade,
Oblivians,
Byron Stingily,
Easy Going,
The Slackers,
One Last Wish,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Monks,
Bluetip,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Techniques,
Joy Division,
MC5,
Agent Orange,
Boz Scaggs,
Peter & Gordon,
Y Pants,
Crime,
Panda Bear,
Lyres,
Pole,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mark Hollis,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.