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 Fiji and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Michael McDonald 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 Smoke to the grunge 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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Music Machine,
The Electric Prunes,
Surgeon,
Altered Images,
Warsaw,
Andrew Hill,
La Düsseldorf,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Half Japanese,
Lungfish,
Dennis Brown,
The Residents,
Malaria!,
Hasil Adkins,
John Foxx,
Aswad,
Wally Richardson,
Wings,
Sex Pistols,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Beau Brummels,
Todd Terry,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Black Sheep,
Guru Guru,
Rotary Connection,
Scratch Acid,
Black Flag,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kayak,
Camouflage,
Unrelated Segments,
Groovy Waters,
The Monks,
Pylon,
Angry Samoans,
Althea and Donna,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bronski Beat,
Model 500,
Aaron Thompson,
Ponytail,
Khruangbin,
Kevin Saunderson,
Aloha Tigers,
The Names,
Ken Boothe,
Negative Approach,
Marshall Jefferson,
Brothers Johnson,
X-101,
Rufus Thomas,
Talk Talk,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dawn Penn,
Clear Light,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rhythm & Sound,
Thompson Twins,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.