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 Bhutan and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the oboe 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 Second Layer to the rap 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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Half Japanese,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
JFA,
Spandau Ballet,
Joy Division,
Alice Coltrane,
Audionom,
Fatback Band,
Niagra,
Max Romeo,
Sparks,
The Monochrome Set,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sarah Menescal,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ohio Players,
New Age Steppers,
Junior Murvin,
Das Ding,
Swans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Hot Snakes,
Lakeside,
Young Marble Giants,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Carl Craig,
Clear Light,
Subhumans,
The Buckinghams,
Monolake,
Howard Jones,
The Zeros,
EPMD,
FM Einheit,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Los Fastidios,
Unwound,
Rapeman,
Soft Cell,
Warsaw,
Scott Walker,
Crooked Eye,
June of 44,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bush Tetras,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
DJ Sneak,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eli Mardock,
Mary Jane Girls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bauhaus,
The Mojo Men,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Aaron Thompson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.