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 Philippines and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 synthesizer 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 Grandmaster Flash to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nirvana,
Sun City Girls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Drive Like Jehu,
Bill Near,
R.M.O.,
Lungfish,
Shoche,
Barbara Tucker,
The Move,
Camberwell Now,
La Düsseldorf,
Symarip,
Minnie Riperton,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Leaves,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Misunderstood,
Sixth Finger,
Kaleidoscope,
Kool Moe Dee,
Curtis Mayfield,
Half Japanese,
Sarah Menescal,
Infiniti,
Wasted Youth,
Neu!,
LL Cool J,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fluxion,
Duran Duran,
Hasil Adkins,
Peter and Kerry,
The Saints,
Desert Stars,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bobby Sherman,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jawbox,
Sparks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Judy Mowatt,
Roy Ayers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
These Immortal Souls,
The Vogues,
Roxy Music,
Crime,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joe Smooth,
Harry Pussy,
Eric Dolphy,
DJ Style,
Soul II Soul,
Scrapy,
Arcadia,
David Axelrod,
Fatback Band,
Warren Ellis,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.