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 Maldives and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Halifax.
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 Donald Fagen 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 Barclay James Harvest 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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Swell Maps,
Quantec,
La Düsseldorf,
Piero Umiliani,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Icehouse,
Minor Threat,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Standells,
Glambeats Corp.,
Index,
Thompson Twins,
Amon Düül,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bang On A Can,
Grandmaster Flash,
kango's stein massive,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Thee Headcoats,
Dave Gahan,
Technova,
the Sonics,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Barbara Tucker,
Mission of Burma,
Swans,
The Litter,
Tommy Roe,
The Walker Brothers,
Yazoo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scratch Acid,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Cramps,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Vainqueur,
The Five Americans,
Black Moon,
Rapeman,
Kerrie Biddell,
Loose Ends,
Morten Harket,
Monolake,
Agitation Free,
Rufus Thomas,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sällskapet,
Supertramp,
Connie Case,
the Bar-Kays,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sarah Menescal,
Bronski Beat,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.