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 South Africa and from Shanghai.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Interpol to the funk 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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
a-ha,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Gladiators,
UT,
Neil Young,
Mars,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Electric Prunes,
Idris Muhammad,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tom Boy,
Buzzcocks,
Black Sheep,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
kango's stein massive,
Man Parrish,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sam Rivers,
The Misunderstood,
Pussy Galore,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Das Ding,
Ronan,
Model 500,
Eli Mardock,
Black Bananas,
Quadrant,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Donny Hathaway,
Barclay James Harvest,
John Holt,
Black Flag,
Crime,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Saints,
Susan Cadogan,
Scan 7,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Reuben Wilson,
The Seeds,
The Detroit Cobras,
Spoonie Gee,
Bad Manners,
Gregory Isaacs,
Isaac Hayes,
Gang Starr,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Freddie Wadling,
Camouflage,
Tomorrow,
The Remains,
Todd Terry,
Lyres,
Main Source,
The Raincoats,
Skarface,
Metal Thangz,
Depeche Mode,
Soul II Soul,
Kenny Larkin,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nas,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.