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 Dominica and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 harpsichord 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 Kerrie Biddell to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Joyce Sims,
The Black Dice,
the Fania All-Stars,
Skaos,
ABC,
Barrington Levy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sound Behaviour,
The Evens,
Lindisfarne,
Lyres,
The Techniques,
Unwound,
Khruangbin,
Scan 7,
Rosa Yemen,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Masters at Work,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lakeside,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fela Kuti,
Janne Schatter,
The Raincoats,
The Cramps,
Johnny Clarke,
Duran Duran,
Pantytec,
Popol Vuh,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Drive Like Jehu,
Robert Görl,
Neu!,
Stereo Dub,
Crispian St. Peters,
Todd Rundgren,
Stiv Bators,
Ornette Coleman,
Howard Jones,
Crime,
The Misunderstood,
U.S. Maple,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mr. Review,
DNA,
Yaz,
Suicide,
Wolf Eyes,
The Sound,
B.T. Express,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bluetip,
Quando Quango,
Television,
Peter and Kerry,
One Last Wish,
Bad Manners,
Basic Channel,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.