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 St Lucia and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Thompson Twins to the dance 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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Deepchord,
Stiv Bators,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Sound,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marshall Jefferson,
Parry Music,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Sonics,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Maurizio,
Boogie Down Productions,
Underground Resistance,
Stetsasonic,
Smog,
Oneida,
Icehouse,
Peter and Kerry,
Marc Almond,
the Swans,
Nils Olav,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nirvana,
The Busters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Prince Buster,
Nas,
Flash Fearless,
Janne Schatter,
The Index,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wally Richardson,
Intrusion,
Bang On A Can,
Tubeway Army,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Avey Tare,
Can,
Moby Grape,
Mary Jane Girls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Black Dice,
Moss Icon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cybotron,
DJ Style,
Freddie Wadling,
Sister Nancy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Star Department,
Soul Sonic Force,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Evens,
Harpers Bizarre,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lou Reed,
Y Pants,
Chrome,
Tomorrow,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.