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 Saudi Arabia and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Tom Verlaine 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 The Names to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Eurythmics,
Motorama,
Dawn Penn,
Oblivians,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pulsallama,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ponytail,
Black Bananas,
D'Angelo,
The Durutti Column,
Harmonia,
Jeff Lynne,
The Evens,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tubeway Army,
Mars,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sonny Sharrock,
Neu!,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Alarm Clocks,
DJ Style,
New Order,
One Last Wish,
Young Marble Giants,
David Axelrod,
Arthur Verocai,
Eric Dolphy,
Bronski Beat,
Echospace,
Tears for Fears,
Spandau Ballet,
The Fortunes,
Harry Pussy,
The Divine Comedy,
Camberwell Now,
Lou Reed,
Ronan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scion,
Rites of Spring,
The Fugs,
Skaos,
The Vogues,
Bill Wells,
David Bowie,
the Soft Cell,
The Music Machine,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Moody Blues,
Roxy Music,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sällskapet,
Buzzcocks,
The United States of America,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Shuggie Otis,
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.