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 Lesotho and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Index to the crunk 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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cameo,
Theoretical Girls,
Bootsy Collins,
Vainqueur,
Radiohead,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Thee Headcoats,
Magazine,
Absolute Body Control,
Panda Bear,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Unwound,
Ultimate Spinach,
Accadde A,
Mandrill,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Carl Craig,
Goldenarms,
Todd Terry,
Traffic Nightmare,
Chrome,
Ornette Coleman,
New York Dolls,
Deadbeat,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Fuzztones,
Joe Smooth,
The Leaves,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
PIL,
John Foxx,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Roy Ayers,
Yusef Lateef,
Roger Hodgson,
Jacques Brel,
June of 44,
Letta Mbulu,
Harpers Bizarre,
Niagra,
The Standells,
Easy Going,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eddi Front,
Hasil Adkins,
Tim Buckley,
Vladislav Delay,
Pylon,
Suicide,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pagans,
Alphaville,
New Age Steppers,
The Fire Engines,
Duran Duran,
The Sound,
Soulsonic Force,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Todd Rundgren,
Depeche Mode,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.