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 Ireland and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Maleditus Sound,
Cecil Taylor,
The Alarm Clocks,
Khruangbin,
Masters at Work,
The Fortunes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Livin' Joy,
X-Ray Spex,
Royal Trux,
The Monks,
The New Christs,
Rufus Thomas,
KRS-One,
Ronan,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Fall,
Whodini,
Suicide,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Smog,
Roxy Music,
James White and The Blacks,
Angry Samoans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eden Ahbez,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scott Walker,
Supertramp,
Alton Ellis,
Rotary Connection,
Hasil Adkins,
Agent Orange,
Jacques Brel,
Camberwell Now,
Wings,
Camouflage,
Neu!,
Echospace,
Sound Behaviour,
The Blues Magoos,
The Gap Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Radiohead,
K-Klass,
The Wake,
The Doors,
Reuben Wilson,
Aaron Thompson,
Eli Mardock,
Minny Pops,
Cluster,
Ten City,
The Music Machine,
The Walker Brothers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Susan Cadogan,
Goldenarms,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.