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 Samoa and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Brick to the jazz 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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
The Happenings,
The Dead C,
Arab on Radar,
The Cowsills,
Fatback Band,
The Toasters,
The Birthday Party,
X-101,
The Smoke,
Skaos,
Fad Gadget,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wally Richardson,
PIL,
The Sonics,
These Immortal Souls,
Au Pairs,
Bobby Sherman,
David Bowie,
Urselle,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mr. Review,
Talk Talk,
Crime,
The Flesh Eaters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Fire Engines,
Gil Scott Heron,
Q and Not U,
Reuben Wilson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Crispy Ambulance,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Flipper,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Supertramp,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Fortunes,
Nick Fraelich,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Severed Heads,
The Walker Brothers,
Visage,
A Flock of Seagulls,
cv313,
Kevin Saunderson,
AZ,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gang Starr,
Lindisfarne,
Spoonie Gee,
Qualms,
John Holt,
L. Decosne,
Andrew Hill,
The Durutti Column,
Das Ding,
The J.B.'s,
KRS-One,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.