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 Russia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 rhodes 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the jazz 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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Bluetip,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Angry Samoans,
Roger Hodgson,
Monks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gong,
In Retrospect,
Terry Callier,
The Smoke,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Roy Ayers,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Moleskins,
The Gap Band,
Scan 7,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sällskapet,
Marshall Jefferson,
Absolute Body Control,
Lungfish,
Anthony Braxton,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Sound,
Pierre Henry,
Henry Cow,
Ten City,
Organ,
Alison Limerick,
Neu!,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Royal Trux,
Wolf Eyes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Boredoms,
Unrelated Segments,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
John Foxx,
48th St. Collective,
Hardrive,
Skarface,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
T. Rex,
Kaleidoscope,
The Real Kids,
Cal Tjader,
Warsaw,
John Cale,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bang On A Can,
The Slackers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rotary Connection,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Arab on Radar,
Make Up,
The Golliwogs,
The Young Rascals,
Oneida,
Jerry's Kids,
the Slits,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.