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 Zimbabwe and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin 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 dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
The Modern Lovers,
Unwound,
Electric Prunes,
Patti Smith,
Technova,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gong,
Man Eating Sloth,
Masters at Work,
Wings,
ABC,
ABBA,
Youth Brigade,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ronan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sam Rivers,
Archie Shepp,
Animal Collective,
The Count Five,
Peter and Kerry,
The Smiths,
48th St. Collective,
Con Funk Shun,
Black Pus,
Accadde A,
Second Layer,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lee Hazlewood,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Thee Headcoats,
Ronnie Foster,
Country Teasers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wolf Eyes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Desert Stars,
Oblivians,
The Durutti Column,
Mad Mike,
Slick Rick,
Khruangbin,
Young Marble Giants,
New York Dolls,
Mr. Review,
Nas,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Monks,
Bad Manners,
Mandrill,
Agitation Free,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Shadows of Knight,
Susan Cadogan,
the Germs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Charles Mingus,
The Fugs,
Reuben Wilson,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.