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 Cameroon and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Taipei.
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 linndrum 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 Neu! to the dance 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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Deepchord,
Japan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joe Finger,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Saints,
The Fortunes,
Arab on Radar,
Yazoo,
Organ,
Anakelly,
Crash Course in Science,
New Order,
Motorama,
Khruangbin,
Jerry's Kids,
Gang of Four,
Glenn Branca,
Minutemen,
Stiv Bators,
Andrew Hill,
The Durutti Column,
Susan Cadogan,
D'Angelo,
Magazine,
Oblivians,
The Invisible,
Michelle Simonal,
Grauzone,
T. Rex,
Aaron Thompson,
Bush Tetras,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lightning Bolt,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Con Funk Shun,
The Wake,
Boredoms,
Terry Callier,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Vogues,
The Residents,
The Shadows of Knight,
Television,
Cecil Taylor,
Simply Red,
Patti Smith,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Silicon Teens,
Lyres,
Symarip,
Lou Reed,
Lalann,
Donny Hathaway,
Duran Duran,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mars,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.