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 Portugal and from Portland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Newcleus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The American Breed,
Susan Cadogan,
Minnie Riperton,
The Tremeloes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Stereo Dub,
Roxette,
The Doors,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Evens,
Michelle Simonal,
This Heat,
Agitation Free,
Pulsallama,
MC5,
Oneida,
Darondo,
Gichy Dan,
The Barracudas,
JFA,
Massinfluence,
Yellowson,
Pylon,
Swans,
Shoche,
Nas,
The Durutti Column,
KRS-One,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jawbox,
Grauzone,
Robert Görl,
Easy Going,
Accadde A,
Cecil Taylor,
The Searchers,
Zero Boys,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Visage,
Liliput,
Tom Boy,
Aural Exciters,
Trumans Water,
The Cowsills,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Organ,
Max Romeo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Chris Corsano,
Von Mondo,
The Names,
Mad Mike,
Eurythmics,
Boz Scaggs,
Bad Manners,
Iggy Pop,
Spoonie Gee,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Intrusion,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.