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 Brunei and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 London and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Camouflage to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Kaleidoscope,
Bang On A Can,
World's Most,
Duran Duran,
The Cure,
Sandy B,
Guru Guru,
Jacob Miller,
Dave Gahan,
Das Ding,
Young Marble Giants,
Tropical Tobacco,
Althea and Donna,
Cybotron,
Ohio Players,
Idris Muhammad,
Barrington Levy,
Supertramp,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
This Heat,
Television Personalities,
Stereo Dub,
Skaos,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marvin Gaye,
The Music Machine,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Martian,
Desert Stars,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jeff Lynne,
Barbara Tucker,
Icehouse,
Organ,
Wings,
Al Stewart,
James White and The Blacks,
Brand Nubian,
Glambeats Corp.,
MC5,
Animal Collective,
The Cramps,
The Happenings,
Neu!,
Mars,
Archie Shepp,
The Litter,
Mission of Burma,
Ronan,
Kas Product,
Davy DMX,
The Remains,
Rufus Thomas,
D'Angelo,
June Days,
Soul II Soul,
David Axelrod,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Minutemen,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.