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 Singapore and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and London.
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 synthesizer 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 Magma to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Smiths. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
The Doors,
Eric B and Rakim,
Piero Umiliani,
The Red Krayola,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Maurizio,
Johnny Osbourne,
Zapp,
The Index,
Siglo XX,
Albert Ayler,
This Heat,
the Sonics,
Marcia Griffiths,
Hardrive,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rapeman,
48th St. Collective,
Black Pus,
Country Teasers,
Suicide,
Interpol,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scott Walker,
The Happenings,
The Young Rascals,
Deakin,
The Seeds,
Patti Smith,
Monolake,
Ronnie Foster,
The Count Five,
Index,
Banda Bassotti,
Desert Stars,
Porter Ricks,
Colin Newman,
Joensuu 1685,
Magma,
Scan 7,
The Invisible,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Real Kids,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Moss Icon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cheater Slicks,
Robert Görl,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Music Machine,
Junior Murvin,
a-ha,
Brothers Johnson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lebanon Hanover,
Boogie Down Productions,
Yellowson,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.