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 Saudi Arabia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mumbai.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Mission of Burma to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Girls At Our Best!,
Soft Cell,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gang of Four,
Donny Hathaway,
Minutemen,
Reuben Wilson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Joyce Sims,
H. Thieme,
Negative Approach,
Jeff Mills,
Duran Duran,
Bill Near,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Divine Comedy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Sound,
Freddie Wadling,
Gabor Szabo,
Basic Channel,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jacob Miller,
U.S. Maple,
Alphaville,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Radio Birdman,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Aaron Thompson,
The Red Krayola,
Warsaw,
Tim Buckley,
Arthur Verocai,
The Happenings,
Shuggie Otis,
Ronan,
Danielle Patucci,
Nils Olav,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Peter & Gordon,
Kayak,
The Birthday Party,
The Tremeloes,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Gories,
Throbbing Gristle,
Audionom,
Howard Jones,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Amon Düül,
Skarface,
Royal Trux,
Blancmange,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Black Pus,
Young Marble Giants,
The Angels of Light,
The Gladiators,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.