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 Albania and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb 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 Freddie Wadling to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Letta Mbulu,
Ohio Players,
Camberwell Now,
AZ,
Mark Hollis,
Lightning Bolt,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
ABBA,
Crispy Ambulance,
Guru Guru,
Alton Ellis,
Quantec,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Stereo Dub,
Deepchord,
Eddi Front,
Vladislav Delay,
T. Rex,
The American Breed,
Massinfluence,
Ultimate Spinach,
Youth Brigade,
The Music Machine,
ABC,
Hoover,
F. McDonald,
The Remains,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Glambeats Corp.,
Essential Logic,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gang Starr,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ronan,
Don Cherry,
Nik Kershaw,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Quadrant,
Bobby Womack,
Boredoms,
Pylon,
Man Parrish,
Technova,
The Sound,
LL Cool J,
David McCallum,
the Swans,
Gong,
Slick Rick,
Jacob Miller,
Dorothy Ashby,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Tremeloes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The United States of America,
Make Up,
The Blues Magoos,
Malaria!,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.