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 Gabon and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Banda Bassotti to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fad Gadget,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mantronix,
Sun Ra,
Mo-Dettes,
Lalann,
The Pretty Things,
Yusef Lateef,
Chris & Cosey,
The Dave Clark Five,
Interpol,
Suburban Knight,
Yaz,
Outsiders,
David Bowie,
Infiniti,
Scan 7,
Technova,
Carl Craig,
Goldenarms,
Jeff Lynne,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Unwound,
Panda Bear,
David Axelrod,
R.M.O.,
The Smiths,
Pagans,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Severed Heads,
Sister Nancy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dave Gahan,
Minor Threat,
Todd Rundgren,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Trumans Water,
The Velvet Underground,
Nils Olav,
New Age Steppers,
Joe Finger,
Supertramp,
CMW,
Avey Tare,
The Kinks,
Sonic Youth,
Surgeon,
Ludus,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jimmy McGriff,
Johnny Clarke,
The Leaves,
U.S. Maple,
Faust,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The American Breed,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.