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 Nauru and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Half Japanese to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Maurizio,
Bizarre Inc.,
Danielle Patucci,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Victims,
Grey Daturas,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nico,
The Standells,
Amon Düül II,
Warren Ellis,
Delta 5,
Moebius,
New Age Steppers,
Bill Wells,
Faraquet,
The Durutti Column,
DJ Style,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Soft Cell,
Radiohead,
The Offenders,
Don Cherry,
Robert Hood,
Lee Hazlewood,
Chris & Cosey,
Talk Talk,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Isaac Hayes,
Negative Approach,
Eurythmics,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Man Parrish,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cymande,
Zero Boys,
Easy Going,
the Bar-Kays,
a-ha,
Wire,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Moleskins,
Neil Young,
Sun Ra,
Clear Light,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Depeche Mode,
The Doors,
Dorothy Ashby,
Drive Like Jehu,
Anakelly,
The Associates,
B.T. Express,
Rakim,
Bobby Byrd,
JFA,
F. McDonald,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nick Fraelich,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nils Olav,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.