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 Tunisia and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Shuggie Otis,
The Angels of Light,
Grauzone,
The Index,
Reuben Wilson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sight & Sound,
AZ,
Wings,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Can,
Grandmaster Flash,
D'Angelo,
David Bowie,
Cheater Slicks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Remains,
The Seeds,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
John Holt,
The Red Krayola,
Eddi Front,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Cramps,
Deepchord,
The Busters,
The Saints,
Kas Product,
Loose Ends,
Youth Brigade,
Maurizio,
Das Ding,
Jeff Mills,
Agitation Free,
Goldenarms,
Oneida,
The Raincoats,
Marvin Gaye,
T. Rex,
Desert Stars,
Hoover,
Lakeside,
Public Enemy,
Yellowson,
Black Flag,
Sugar Minott,
The Wake,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Japan,
Pulsallama,
the Germs,
Sex Pistols,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Slits,
Index,
Carl Craig,
Banda Bassotti,
Ossler,
Terry Callier,
New Order,
Radiohead,
Bill Wells,
Zero Boys,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.