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 Ethiopia and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tehran.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the grime 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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Khruangbin,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rites of Spring,
Lungfish,
Joey Negro,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Blake Baxter,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Gladiators,
The Wake,
Sonic Youth,
Tubeway Army,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Laurel Aitken,
The Slits,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Index,
Steve Hackett,
Alison Limerick,
LL Cool J,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sex Pistols,
Arthur Verocai,
Fear,
DJ Sneak,
Marshall Jefferson,
Desert Stars,
Janne Schatter,
Mary Jane Girls,
Young Marble Giants,
Subhumans,
Ultravox,
Funky Four + One,
R.M.O.,
Livin' Joy,
Skriet,
Sam Rivers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Joyce Sims,
Mark Hollis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tom Boy,
Scott Walker,
Davy DMX,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Trumans Water,
The Walker Brothers,
Idris Muhammad,
Ornette Coleman,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marine Girls,
Loose Ends,
Tres Demented,
Flipper,
Josef K,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Deepchord,
Lou Christie,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.