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 Dominica and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Donald Byrd to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Theoretical Girls,
Anthony Braxton,
The Gladiators,
The Flesh Eaters,
Radiohead,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Freddie Wadling,
Symarip,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sandy B,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Saints,
Jacques Brel,
Howard Jones,
New Order,
Terrestrial Tones,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
David McCallum,
David Axelrod,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jesper Dahlback,
Intrusion,
Arcadia,
Agitation Free,
Hot Snakes,
The Happenings,
Aaron Thompson,
UT,
Tomorrow,
The Beau Brummels,
Flipper,
FM Einheit,
Lightning Bolt,
Gang Gang Dance,
Letta Mbulu,
Brass Construction,
Rhythm & Sound,
Simply Red,
Sexual Harrassment,
Blake Baxter,
Lower 48,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bang On A Can,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Main Source,
Sun City Girls,
Scratch Acid,
The Cramps,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kenny Larkin,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Newcleus,
The Birthday Party,
The Names,
Prince Buster,
H. Thieme,
Lindisfarne,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.