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 Sweden and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer 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 Skriet to the rap 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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Massinfluence,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Animal Collective,
Kurtis Blow,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dorothy Ashby,
Glenn Branca,
Accadde A,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Monks,
Tom Boy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ornette Coleman,
The Doors,
The Human League,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Maleditus Sound,
Eurythmics,
Outsiders,
Lee Hazlewood,
Boz Scaggs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Morten Harket,
Yazoo,
Steve Hackett,
Masters at Work,
Livin' Joy,
Khruangbin,
Goldenarms,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Neon Judgement,
Neil Young,
Fatback Band,
Mission of Burma,
One Last Wish,
Marmalade,
Rotary Connection,
Eden Ahbez,
Robert Wyatt,
Rhythm & Sound,
Talk Talk,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Leaves,
Shoche,
kango's stein massive,
The Martian,
Donald Byrd,
Jeff Lynne,
The Monochrome Set,
Sight & Sound,
E-Dancer,
Adolescents,
Interpol,
Absolute Body Control,
Roxette,
Minutemen,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.