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 Cuba and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Scrapy to the jazz 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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Nico,
Cal Tjader,
CMW,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Index,
Chris & Cosey,
Stockholm Monsters,
Khruangbin,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Talk Talk,
Electric Prunes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ornette Coleman,
Bobby Byrd,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ituana,
Quadrant,
LL Cool J,
Jerry's Kids,
Basic Channel,
La Düsseldorf,
Lungfish,
Arab on Radar,
The Fall,
Reagan Youth,
Arthur Verocai,
Pylon,
Pagans,
Sugar Minott,
Black Sheep,
World's Most,
DJ Style,
The Barracudas,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Isaac Hayes,
Steve Hackett,
Alison Limerick,
the Sonics,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Cowsills,
Thee Headcoats,
The Evens,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Inner City,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tim Buckley,
Iggy Pop,
Lucky Dragons,
Wally Richardson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Clear Light,
Max Romeo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Derrick Morgan,
Fluxion,
Pussy Galore,
The Electric Prunes,
Suburban Knight,
Maurizio,
Whodini,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.