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 Guinea-Bissau and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Dead C to the crunk 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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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 Fania All-Stars,
These Immortal Souls,
Neil Young,
Talk Talk,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Monolake,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Fire Engines,
Vainqueur,
Circle Jerks,
Bobby Womack,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Reagan Youth,
Banda Bassotti,
Guru Guru,
Cymande,
8 Eyed Spy,
Donny Hathaway,
Morten Harket,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Doobie Brothers,
B.T. Express,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Kinks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
X-101,
The Vogues,
The Litter,
Swans,
Throbbing Gristle,
Camberwell Now,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kas Product,
Gil Scott Heron,
Quadrant,
One Last Wish,
E-Dancer,
Cal Tjader,
Quantec,
The Residents,
Terry Callier,
Davy DMX,
Laurel Aitken,
48th St. Collective,
Chris & Cosey,
the Human League,
Lalann,
Amazonics,
Bauhaus,
Toni Rubio,
Soulsonic Force,
The Victims,
Graham Central Station,
Icehouse,
Peter & Gordon,
Howard Jones,
Slave,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Robert Görl,
Adolescents,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.