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 Belgium and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Portland.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
the Normal,
Laurel Aitken,
Animal Collective,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Inner City,
Stereo Dub,
Cameo,
Albert Ayler,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Circle Jerks,
Mars,
The Buckinghams,
Tim Buckley,
Rekid,
DJ Sneak,
Sight & Sound,
Marc Almond,
Scratch Acid,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pere Ubu,
Neu!,
The Mummies,
the Soft Cell,
Newcleus,
The Slits,
Jawbox,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Steve Hackett,
The Shadows of Knight,
Boz Scaggs,
Marvin Gaye,
Popol Vuh,
Zapp,
Accadde A,
The J.B.'s,
The Associates,
Yaz,
The Invisible,
Public Image Ltd.,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Terrestrial Tones,
Simply Red,
Anakelly,
The Human League,
Intrusion,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Golliwogs,
Crooked Eye,
Jeff Mills,
Soulsonic Force,
The Vogues,
Roxy Music,
Quadrant,
Kevin Saunderson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Roxette,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.