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 Sierra Leone and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1984 at the first Arcadia 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 Robert Wyatt to the techno 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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Suburban Knight,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fugazi,
Porter Ricks,
Saccharine Trust,
Jesper Dahlback,
Spoonie Gee,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
AZ,
the Swans,
Alison Limerick,
Sight & Sound,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kool Moe Dee,
Japan,
Royal Trux,
The Fuzztones,
Al Stewart,
Marc Almond,
The Sonics,
Black Pus,
Technova,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Anthony Braxton,
Colin Newman,
Livin' Joy,
Juan Atkins,
The Barracudas,
Mad Mike,
Monks,
Aaron Thompson,
Soulsonic Force,
T.S.O.L.,
Barry Ungar,
Brick,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Con Funk Shun,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Urselle,
La Düsseldorf,
The Electric Prunes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Zero Boys,
Agitation Free,
Public Enemy,
Duran Duran,
Moss Icon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Chris Corsano,
The Dead C,
Ken Boothe,
Barbara Tucker,
cv313,
Patti Smith,
Mandrill,
Albert Ayler,
Ponytail,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gabor Szabo,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.