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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Popol Vuh to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
June Days,
Royal Trux,
Maurizio,
James White and The Blacks,
Interpol,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pole,
X-101,
Blake Baxter,
Terry Callier,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ronnie Foster,
Mr. Review,
The Tremeloes,
Bob Dylan,
Fat Boys,
EPMD,
Mo-Dettes,
Sandy B,
Joey Negro,
Nils Olav,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Yusef Lateef,
Index,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Fania All-Stars,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Drive Like Jehu,
Harmonia,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Barry Ungar,
Rhythm & Sound,
Roger Hodgson,
Hot Snakes,
Rufus Thomas,
Livin' Joy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sixth Finger,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Infiniti,
The Cure,
Pussy Galore,
Duran Duran,
Delta 5,
New York Dolls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sam Rivers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
La Düsseldorf,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Wake,
Pantaleimon,
Essential Logic,
Scratch Acid,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Franke,
Severed Heads,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.