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 Germany 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Bobbi Humphrey to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
The Techniques,
Negative Approach,
Main Source,
Archie Shepp,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Swell Maps,
Robert Wyatt,
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Sällskapet,
Pet Shop Boys,
L. Decosne,
Sarah Menescal,
Circle Jerks,
DNA,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ossler,
EPMD,
Derrick May,
Lucky Dragons,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Das Ding,
the Germs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Aswad,
Skaos,
Bluetip,
The Gun Club,
Tears for Fears,
Duran Duran,
Ludus,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Smog,
Pantaleimon,
Freddie Wadling,
Altered Images,
Faust,
Lebanon Hanover,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Todd Rundgren,
Fatback Band,
Donald Byrd,
Nick Fraelich,
Scion,
Yazoo,
Gabor Szabo,
Subhumans,
Sixth Finger,
U.S. Maple,
Echospace,
Malaria!,
Leonard Cohen,
Crash Course in Science,
The American Breed,
Metal Thangz,
Delon & Dalcan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.