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 Vanuatu and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lakeside to the rap 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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Essential Logic,
Bluetip,
Scion,
Joe Smooth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Robert Hood,
Sonic Youth,
Alton Ellis,
The Pretty Things,
Pussy Galore,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Crash Course in Science,
Deadbeat,
The Remains,
Robert Görl,
AZ,
Todd Rundgren,
T. Rex,
Flipper,
Subhumans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marmalade,
Soft Cell,
Groovy Waters,
Gang Green,
Thompson Twins,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Donald Byrd,
Bill Wells,
Nas,
Pere Ubu,
Soft Machine,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
David Axelrod,
48th St. Collective,
Urselle,
MC5,
Roxy Music,
Byron Stingily,
Barrington Levy,
Cymande,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bill Near,
Carl Craig,
E-Dancer,
DNA,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ronan,
The Motions,
The Wake,
Roy Ayers,
Marc Almond,
The Buckinghams,
The Monks,
Lightning Bolt,
World's Most,
Alphaville,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Television,
Robert Wyatt,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.