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 Mauritius and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Carl Craig to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Groovy Waters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tomorrow,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mission of Burma,
Jeff Mills,
The Stooges,
H. Thieme,
Godley & Creme,
Mars,
the Slits,
Brick,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lou Reed,
Colin Newman,
Bronski Beat,
Ultravox,
Main Source,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Gladiators,
Nico,
The Walker Brothers,
Guru Guru,
Surgeon,
Tubeway Army,
Letta Mbulu,
Shuggie Otis,
Spandau Ballet,
The Angels of Light,
Brass Construction,
Matthew Halsall,
Black Moon,
Rosa Yemen,
Tres Demented,
Dual Sessions,
Mo-Dettes,
Wasted Youth,
The Shadows of Knight,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Skatalites,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The United States of America,
Pierre Henry,
The Raincoats,
Lungfish,
Josef K,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joey Negro,
Marvin Gaye,
Schoolly D,
Au Pairs,
X-Ray Spex,
New Order,
Bill Near,
the Soft Cell,
Sun Ra,
Alton Ellis,
World's Most,
Ice-T,
Zapp,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.