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 Singapore and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Kinks to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Faraquet,
Susan Cadogan,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Human League,
Kas Product,
K-Klass,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Intrusion,
Black Pus,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Cowsills,
FM Einheit,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Boz Scaggs,
Roy Ayers,
The Trojans,
Depeche Mode,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Trumans Water,
The Pretty Things,
Chris Corsano,
Qualms,
Motorama,
The Divine Comedy,
Kerri Chandler,
These Immortal Souls,
Alice Coltrane,
The Fortunes,
Josef K,
Man Parrish,
Ronan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Essential Logic,
The Black Dice,
Minor Threat,
Can,
Aloha Tigers,
Theoretical Girls,
MC5,
Massinfluence,
Soulsonic Force,
DJ Sneak,
Lucky Dragons,
Pere Ubu,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nico,
Robert Hood,
The Remains,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Toasters,
The Victims,
Sight & Sound,
The Flesh Eaters,
The American Breed,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joyce Sims,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.