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 Uganda and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum 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 the Germs to the disco 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Visage,
Siglo XX,
Swans,
Colin Newman,
Charles Mingus,
Bobby Sherman,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Blackbyrds,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Names,
Mr. Review,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dark Day,
Slave,
The Gap Band,
Blancmange,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
New Age Steppers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Severed Heads,
Janne Schatter,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Alarm Clocks,
10cc,
Josef K,
Echospace,
Funky Four + One,
Radiohead,
Pussy Galore,
The Angels of Light,
Marine Girls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Crispian St. Peters,
Deakin,
Minnie Riperton,
Chrome,
the Bar-Kays,
T. Rex,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Yellowson,
Swell Maps,
Con Funk Shun,
Television Personalities,
Jeff Lynne,
Agent Orange,
Bluetip,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Arcadia,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Magazine,
One Last Wish,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Liliput,
Cameo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Whodini,
The Martian,
Average White Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Tremeloes,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.