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 India and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the rap 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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Minutemen,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Red Krayola,
L. Decosne,
Circle Jerks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rekid,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sarah Menescal,
LL Cool J,
Harpers Bizarre,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rites of Spring,
New York Dolls,
Kurtis Blow,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ronan,
The Offenders,
Todd Rundgren,
Ultravox,
Sam Rivers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ken Boothe,
Tropical Tobacco,
Underground Resistance,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Inner City,
Donny Hathaway,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Martian,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Mummies,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gong,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
John Holt,
Q65,
Pylon,
The Cramps,
Brick,
The Real Kids,
Harry Pussy,
Model 500,
Scion,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Byron Stingily,
The Fall,
Whodini,
Icehouse,
H. Thieme,
Alton Ellis,
Rosa Yemen,
Slave,
The Fire Engines,
Bush Tetras,
Fugazi,
AZ,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.