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 Micronesia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Supertramp to the jazz 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Al Stewart,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
T. Rex,
The Dead C,
Kenny Larkin,
Colin Newman,
Sister Nancy,
LL Cool J,
Hardrive,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
T.S.O.L.,
Isaac Hayes,
Brick,
Radiopuhelimet,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Q and Not U,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Misunderstood,
The Durutti Column,
Yellowson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sonic Youth,
The Residents,
Procol Harum,
Roxette,
Pulsallama,
the Slits,
Unwound,
Liliput,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fat Boys,
Crime,
In Retrospect,
Panda Bear,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Trojans,
Niagra,
Bobby Byrd,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wire,
Iggy Pop,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rufus Thomas,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fad Gadget,
David Bowie,
Eric Copeland,
June of 44,
Joensuu 1685,
Surgeon,
Todd Rundgren,
The Pop Group,
Cybotron,
Crash Course in Science,
the Human League,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Masters at Work,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gang Starr,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.