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 Honduras and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Faust to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Max Romeo,
Moby Grape,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Zero Boys,
The Wake,
ABC,
Minnie Riperton,
Absolute Body Control,
Arab on Radar,
Black Flag,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
L. Decosne,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Johnny Clarke,
Grey Daturas,
Black Bananas,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Alton Ellis,
Urselle,
The Pretty Things,
Dave Gahan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cluster,
Radiopuhelimet,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lakeside,
Faust,
Pussy Galore,
Reagan Youth,
Colin Newman,
Marine Girls,
Flamin' Groovies,
Vainqueur,
Audionom,
MDC,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eric Dolphy,
Khruangbin,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pierre Henry,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nik Kershaw,
The Smoke,
Tubeway Army,
Terry Callier,
Marshall Jefferson,
One Last Wish,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Walker Brothers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Cure,
Amon Düül II,
Man Parrish,
Clear Light,
Barry Ungar,
The Fall,
Hoover,
Toni Rubio,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
David Axelrod,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.