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 Vanuatu and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin 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 Sexual Harrassment to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Soul II Soul,
Masters at Work,
Jawbox,
Underground Resistance,
Radiopuhelimet,
Television,
Tropical Tobacco,
In Retrospect,
Rekid,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Sound,
Stockholm Monsters,
Danielle Patucci,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Curtis Mayfield,
Soft Cell,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Standells,
Wasted Youth,
Black Pus,
Grandmaster Flash,
Aural Exciters,
Bad Manners,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pantytec,
Model 500,
The Fire Engines,
Sandy B,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Delta 5,
Funky Four + One,
Procol Harum,
Nation of Ulysses,
Roy Ayers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Junior Murvin,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nik Kershaw,
FM Einheit,
The Fugs,
Theoretical Girls,
KRS-One,
The Trojans,
New York Dolls,
The Dead C,
The Index,
Bill Wells,
Camberwell Now,
Wolf Eyes,
Freddie Wadling,
Patti Smith,
Organ,
Anakelly,
Scan 7,
The Gap Band,
Bobby Womack,
Tres Demented,
Guru Guru,
Oneida,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.