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 Belize and from Glasgow.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Spandau Ballet to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
The Walker Brothers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rhythm & Sound,
a-ha,
Section 25,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Brand Nubian,
Idris Muhammad,
Animal Collective,
Jandek,
Jerry's Kids,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Leaves,
John Foxx,
Matthew Halsall,
Circle Jerks,
Unwound,
Icehouse,
John Cale,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Steve Hackett,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Red Krayola,
Godley & Creme,
Fat Boys,
Saccharine Trust,
The Slackers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Associates,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The J.B.'s,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Gladiators,
Organ,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Martian,
One Last Wish,
Newcleus,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cecil Taylor,
Absolute Body Control,
The Move,
John Holt,
Bang On A Can,
Crooked Eye,
Man Parrish,
Crash Course in Science,
Rod Modell,
Livin' Joy,
Byron Stingily,
Iggy Pop,
Spoonie Gee,
Deepchord,
The Black Dice,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Fall,
Anakelly,
F. McDonald,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.