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 Eritrea and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator 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 rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
The Count Five,
Barrington Levy,
Technova,
Dual Sessions,
Eric Copeland,
Young Marble Giants,
The Misunderstood,
Clear Light,
Lou Christie,
Donald Byrd,
Section 25,
Danielle Patucci,
Bill Near,
the Human League,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Terry Callier,
The Dave Clark Five,
Terrestrial Tones,
AZ,
ABC,
48th St. Collective,
The Smoke,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Basic Channel,
Con Funk Shun,
a-ha,
Minnie Riperton,
JFA,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
John Lydon,
the Bar-Kays,
Depeche Mode,
DNA,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Soul Sonic Force,
Shuggie Otis,
Graham Central Station,
The Raincoats,
Warren Ellis,
Crime,
Tomorrow,
Ronan,
Camberwell Now,
Television Personalities,
Bush Tetras,
T.S.O.L.,
Brick,
Khruangbin,
Barbara Tucker,
Outsiders,
Andrew Hill,
Lyres,
The Smiths,
Soft Cell,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Robert Hood,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.