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 Latvia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Severed Heads to the rock 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Tomorrow,
Chrome,
CMW,
Franke,
Anakelly,
Janne Schatter,
The Residents,
The Remains,
Hardrive,
Erasure,
Television Personalities,
The Cramps,
Glenn Branca,
Gang Starr,
Second Layer,
Amazonics,
Au Pairs,
A Certain Ratio,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Skaos,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Inner City,
Kaleidoscope,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bluetip,
Eden Ahbez,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Magazine,
Idris Muhammad,
ABC,
Blossom Toes,
The Durutti Column,
Prince Buster,
Ronan,
Robert Görl,
Johnny Clarke,
the Soft Cell,
Lower 48,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Basic Channel,
Black Sheep,
Isaac Hayes,
Monolake,
Japan,
Alice Coltrane,
Jandek,
The Music Machine,
The Happenings,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bobby Womack,
Bill Near,
Wire,
The Seeds,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Brand Nubian,
Drexciya,
Tom Boy,
Babytalk,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.