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 Angola and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ 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 Lee Hazlewood to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joy Division,
Flipper,
Eric B and Rakim,
Slave,
Stereo Dub,
Black Moon,
Charles Mingus,
The Sound,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wings,
Hasil Adkins,
In Retrospect,
The Star Department,
Dorothy Ashby,
Reagan Youth,
UT,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sarah Menescal,
Blossom Toes,
Chris Corsano,
Todd Terry,
Gang Green,
Matthew Halsall,
The J.B.'s,
Peter and Kerry,
Bootsy Collins,
Khruangbin,
Susan Cadogan,
The Cramps,
Sällskapet,
kango's stein massive,
Skarface,
Panda Bear,
Pierre Henry,
Bluetip,
Fluxion,
Radiopuhelimet,
Brand Nubian,
The Vogues,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Faraquet,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Roxy Music,
Babytalk,
The Standells,
The Techniques,
The Associates,
Bush Tetras,
Kerrie Biddell,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nick Fraelich,
Newcleus,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Procol Harum,
Henry Cow,
Dark Day,
Royal Trux,
The New Christs,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.