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 Tanzania and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Toronto.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 the Fania All-Stars 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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Zeros record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Talk Talk,
Roxette,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kurtis Blow,
The Gories,
Scrapy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Parry Music,
The Count Five,
Rapeman,
Khruangbin,
Ponytail,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dual Sessions,
Glambeats Corp.,
Toni Rubio,
Subhumans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jesper Dahlback,
Frankie Knuckles,
Quando Quango,
Theoretical Girls,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Invisible,
The Stooges,
Chrome,
The Moody Blues,
Mark Hollis,
Circle Jerks,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Five Americans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Derrick Morgan,
the Soft Cell,
Soulsonic Force,
Alison Limerick,
Ralphi Rosario,
Al Stewart,
The Divine Comedy,
the Bar-Kays,
The Kinks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Amon Düül,
Arthur Verocai,
Amon Düül II,
Franke,
Roy Ayers,
Jeff Mills,
Lou Reed,
The Neon Judgement,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nirvana,
The Moleskins,
Oblivians,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Cowsills,
Barry Ungar,
JFA,
Yusef Lateef,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.