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 Bulgaria and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Quadrant,
The Birthday Party,
This Heat,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Arab on Radar,
OOIOO,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Barbara Tucker,
a-ha,
Dark Day,
Pulsallama,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Panda Bear,
The Motions,
Infiniti,
Television,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ohio Players,
Niagra,
Radio Birdman,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Young Marble Giants,
Stereo Dub,
Fatback Band,
Davy DMX,
Minny Pops,
Skaos,
Unwound,
John Coltrane,
Pylon,
Saccharine Trust,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lakeside,
Babytalk,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ossler,
Alton Ellis,
Kaleidoscope,
Kurtis Blow,
Rites of Spring,
Colin Newman,
Thee Headcoats,
Lucky Dragons,
Gang of Four,
The Buckinghams,
Lou Reed,
Toni Rubio,
Hoover,
Monolake,
These Immortal Souls,
Fluxion,
The Selecter,
Avey Tare,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Radiohead,
Andrew Hill,
Rod Modell,
Sällskapet,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.