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 Norway and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the rap 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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Patti Smith,
Sun Ra,
Pylon,
Lungfish,
T. Rex,
Blossom Toes,
Negative Approach,
Nik Kershaw,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Wake,
The Electric Prunes,
Sound Behaviour,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Alison Limerick,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fluxion,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Boz Scaggs,
Lou Reed,
Fear,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sixth Finger,
Monks,
Tears for Fears,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Young Rascals,
Mad Mike,
Ohio Players,
MC5,
Pantaleimon,
Unwound,
The Pretty Things,
Sugar Minott,
The Busters,
Dual Sessions,
Quantec,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Niagra,
Metal Thangz,
Marmalade,
Oneida,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Mojo Men,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The J.B.'s,
Fugazi,
The Fall,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Monks,
Janne Schatter,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rekid,
Buzzcocks,
Todd Terry,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Shuggie Otis,
The Birthday Party,
Crispy Ambulance,
Liliput,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.