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 Laos and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Arcadia to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Joe Smooth,
Jacques Brel,
The Standells,
Patti Smith,
Agitation Free,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Grauzone,
Arcadia,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Velvet Underground,
Nico,
Amazonics,
The Sonics,
The Skatalites,
Flamin' Groovies,
Yaz,
Babytalk,
Slave,
David Bowie,
Moby Grape,
Gichy Dan,
The Tremeloes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rosa Yemen,
Mad Mike,
Ituana,
The Gories,
Todd Terry,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dennis Brown,
The Barracudas,
The American Breed,
The Sound,
Rod Modell,
Wally Richardson,
Camouflage,
Bobby Sherman,
Max Romeo,
Ice-T,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Spandau Ballet,
The Modern Lovers,
Mr. Review,
Nation of Ulysses,
Thee Headcoats,
Simply Red,
the Bar-Kays,
Monolake,
Cal Tjader,
Funky Four + One,
The Star Department,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Erykah Badu,
Sister Nancy,
The Beau Brummels,
The Doobie Brothers,
KRS-One,
The Music Machine,
Peter and Kerry,
Public Enemy,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.