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 Djibouti and from New York.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 David Bowie 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 Blancmange 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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sun Ra,
Barbara Tucker,
The Fuzztones,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joey Negro,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Neu!,
Godley & Creme,
The Cramps,
Khruangbin,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bad Manners,
Leonard Cohen,
The Selecter,
Procol Harum,
Jandek,
Johnny Clarke,
Don Cherry,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nas,
The Stooges,
the Germs,
The Standells,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Walker Brothers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fugazi,
Sixth Finger,
DJ Style,
Scion,
The Dead C,
Hardrive,
Aswad,
Archie Shepp,
Lyres,
Motorama,
Laurel Aitken,
Jeru the Damaja,
Radio Birdman,
Zero Boys,
Gang Gang Dance,
Faraquet,
Hoover,
OOIOO,
The Five Americans,
PIL,
F. McDonald,
The Mojo Men,
The Beau Brummels,
Minnie Riperton,
Roger Hodgson,
Babytalk,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Davy DMX,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pole,
Al Stewart,
Public Enemy,
Angry Samoans,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.