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 Malawi and from Copenhagen.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Lou Reed 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 Kerri Chandler to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Angry Samoans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Half Japanese,
Agent Orange,
Erasure,
Godley & Creme,
Gichy Dan,
Unrelated Segments,
Y Pants,
Trumans Water,
X-101,
The Saints,
Eden Ahbez,
Blancmange,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Doors,
New Age Steppers,
Roxette,
Minutemen,
R.M.O.,
Pussy Galore,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Underground Resistance,
Cluster,
Idris Muhammad,
Loose Ends,
Guru Guru,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lou Reed,
the Association,
The Kinks,
Little Man,
Deadbeat,
Ultra Naté,
Easy Going,
Scion,
Al Stewart,
the Soft Cell,
John Cale,
Buzzcocks,
Tom Boy,
The Fall,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Joe Finger,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Shoche,
Rosa Yemen,
The Alarm Clocks,
Amazonics,
Robert Wyatt,
Magma,
Dennis Brown,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Howard Jones,
Janne Schatter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fela Kuti,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.