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 Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the funk 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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
The Selecter,
Ossler,
OOIOO,
Aloha Tigers,
The Cramps,
Brass Construction,
Joey Negro,
The Leaves,
Reagan Youth,
Max Romeo,
These Immortal Souls,
Dave Gahan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Henry Cow,
Mad Mike,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tim Buckley,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Prince Buster,
Kas Product,
Al Stewart,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Excepter,
the Sonics,
The Mummies,
Smog,
Sarah Menescal,
Simply Red,
Eric Dolphy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tears for Fears,
Audionom,
Roxette,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Parry Music,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fela Kuti,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mo-Dettes,
Harry Pussy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Crispian St. Peters,
Vainqueur,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Donny Hathaway,
Neu!,
Deepchord,
Jandek,
Groovy Waters,
Bobby Sherman,
Dead Boys,
The Saints,
Panda Bear,
Bobby Womack,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Seeds,
Nils Olav,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.