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 New Zealand and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Monochrome Set to the rock 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 Stooges. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Faraquet,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Visage,
Bang On A Can,
Dorothy Ashby,
Moebius,
Buzzcocks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Babytalk,
Banda Bassotti,
Surgeon,
Roxy Music,
Stereo Dub,
Agitation Free,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Tremeloes,
Cheater Slicks,
Chris Corsano,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Bar-Kays,
Desert Stars,
Marc Almond,
June Days,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kaleidoscope,
Eric Dolphy,
Goldenarms,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
DNA,
David Bowie,
Dave Gahan,
The Index,
Patti Smith,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Modern Lovers,
Average White Band,
Faust,
Jeru the Damaja,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Velvet Underground,
Young Marble Giants,
JFA,
The Count Five,
The Wake,
Absolute Body Control,
Dead Boys,
Moby Grape,
Simply Red,
Gichy Dan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Dead C,
Saccharine Trust,
EPMD,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Grass Roots,
Bobby Byrd,
The Music Machine,
Anakelly,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tropical Tobacco,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.