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 Congo and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sun Ra to the dance 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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Idris Muhammad,
Spandau Ballet,
The Index,
Negative Approach,
Sarah Menescal,
Jeff Lynne,
Los Fastidios,
Throbbing Gristle,
Make Up,
Crime,
Subhumans,
Infiniti,
Gerry Rafferty,
Severed Heads,
Silicon Teens,
Kurtis Blow,
Yaz,
Curtis Mayfield,
Derrick May,
Barclay James Harvest,
KRS-One,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Man Parrish,
F. McDonald,
The Buckinghams,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rapeman,
Maleditus Sound,
Fat Boys,
Unrelated Segments,
The Dirtbombs,
Newcleus,
Barbara Tucker,
The Offenders,
Eddi Front,
Jerry's Kids,
Ronnie Foster,
Joyce Sims,
Talk Talk,
Glambeats Corp.,
Piero Umiliani,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Gladiators,
Cluster,
Bob Dylan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Judy Mowatt,
Fad Gadget,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mad Mike,
Guru Guru,
Rod Modell,
Pantytec,
Can,
Radiohead,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Surgeon,
Ronan,
Nas,
The Five Americans,
Michelle Simonal,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.