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 Yemen and from New York.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Spokane.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Rufus Thomas to the techno 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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
R.M.O.,
K-Klass,
Audionom,
The Moleskins,
Accadde A,
Matthew Halsall,
Gang Green,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
H. Thieme,
New Order,
Cheater Slicks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Aloha Tigers,
Fugazi,
Nik Kershaw,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tom Boy,
Harmonia,
Joy Division,
The New Christs,
Slave,
the Slits,
Sixth Finger,
Rosa Yemen,
Yazoo,
Kaleidoscope,
Organ,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Techniques,
Donny Hathaway,
The Barracudas,
Jeff Lynne,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Mummies,
10cc,
Skriet,
The Skatalites,
Sam Rivers,
Scion,
Jawbox,
The Electric Prunes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Derrick Morgan,
The Gladiators,
Tres Demented,
Stiv Bators,
Neu!,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Birthday Party,
The Human League,
Popol Vuh,
Roy Ayers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Echospace,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Dirtbombs,
Black Pus,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.