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 Guyana 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin 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 Roxy Music to the funk 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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Andrew Hill,
Minor Threat,
The American Breed,
Derrick Morgan,
Eddi Front,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wire,
Pussy Galore,
Funky Four + One,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Negative Approach,
The Move,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Litter,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Television,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Black Moon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Soft Cell,
Bauhaus,
Surgeon,
Y Pants,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lower 48,
Kenny Larkin,
Panda Bear,
Goldenarms,
Robert Wyatt,
Au Pairs,
The Fortunes,
Marvin Gaye,
Saccharine Trust,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Procol Harum,
Sun Ra,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Adolescents,
DJ Style,
The Angels of Light,
Kaleidoscope,
Altered Images,
The Techniques,
Sixth Finger,
Cymande,
The Doobie Brothers,
New Order,
Max Romeo,
The Pretty Things,
Crash Course in Science,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
June of 44,
The Zeros,
Agent Orange,
Todd Rundgren,
Rosa Yemen,
The Electric Prunes,
The Last Poets,
DNA,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.