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 Costa Rica and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Whodini to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Rekid,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sister Nancy,
Yusef Lateef,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Quantec,
The Durutti Column,
Wings,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marvin Gaye,
Bill Near,
Aswad,
June of 44,
a-ha,
Bobby Sherman,
Gong,
The Five Americans,
Newcleus,
The Fortunes,
The Raincoats,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Little Man,
Pussy Galore,
Freddie Wadling,
Soft Machine,
Khruangbin,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bush Tetras,
PIL,
Guru Guru,
Sex Pistols,
H. Thieme,
Public Image Ltd.,
Todd Terry,
Loose Ends,
Laurel Aitken,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Jandek,
Kevin Saunderson,
Radiohead,
DNA,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Hot Snakes,
Ten City,
Subhumans,
Rosa Yemen,
Bill Wells,
B.T. Express,
Charles Mingus,
The Star Department,
Negative Approach,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Audionom,
Joey Negro,
Leonard Cohen,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.