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 Jordan and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 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 Technova to the punk 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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Sällskapet,
The Remains,
Banda Bassotti,
The Gap Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Reuben Wilson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
FM Einheit,
Brothers Johnson,
The Names,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lyres,
Eric Copeland,
Derrick Morgan,
Kerrie Biddell,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Freddie Wadling,
The Moody Blues,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mr. Review,
Youth Brigade,
Marcia Griffiths,
Moss Icon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Glenn Branca,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Harmonia,
Scion,
Quando Quango,
Jerry's Kids,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ronnie Foster,
Fad Gadget,
Symarip,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cecil Taylor,
Peter & Gordon,
Lakeside,
Bob Dylan,
Gichy Dan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Little Man,
The Monochrome Set,
Connie Case,
Bad Manners,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Durutti Column,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sight & Sound,
The Last Poets,
Aural Exciters,
Magma,
Henry Cow,
MDC,
Hasil Adkins,
Magazine,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.