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 Honduras and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manila.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Newcleus 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 Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback 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 mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
The Sonics,
Pere Ubu,
FM Einheit,
John Holt,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Neil Young,
Reagan Youth,
Pantaleimon,
Ronnie Foster,
Steve Hackett,
Cluster,
Rapeman,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tom Boy,
Accadde A,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Minor Threat,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Popol Vuh,
Sam Rivers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Talk Talk,
Flipper,
Dave Gahan,
China Crisis,
The Move,
Pet Shop Boys,
Brothers Johnson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ludus,
In Retrospect,
Marvin Gaye,
The Moody Blues,
The Gladiators,
Bill Wells,
Camouflage,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scratch Acid,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Severed Heads,
Can,
Ken Boothe,
EPMD,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Amazonics,
ABC,
Harmonia,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Guru Guru,
The Birthday Party,
Shoche,
Grauzone,
John Coltrane,
Althea and Donna,
The Martian,
Negative Approach,
The Techniques,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.