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 Fiji and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Essential Logic,
B.T. Express,
Glenn Branca,
Bootsy Collins,
Deakin,
Franke,
The Doors,
The Leaves,
Barrington Levy,
Parry Music,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Roger Hodgson,
Unrelated Segments,
The Fortunes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Boredoms,
ABBA,
a-ha,
The Count Five,
Kenny Larkin,
Radio Birdman,
Graham Central Station,
Jandek,
These Immortal Souls,
MC5,
Crispian St. Peters,
Oneida,
The Grass Roots,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jesper Dahlback,
La Düsseldorf,
Mars,
The Velvet Underground,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Goldenarms,
Kaleidoscope,
Symarip,
Monolake,
Ultravox,
Mary Jane Girls,
China Crisis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rosa Yemen,
The Modern Lovers,
Bobby Byrd,
Flipper,
Archie Shepp,
Second Layer,
Aloha Tigers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Intrusion,
Kerri Chandler,
Slick Rick,
the Sonics,
Cal Tjader,
The Sonics,
Michelle Simonal,
David Bowie,
Rotary Connection,
Q65,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.