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 Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lille.
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 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 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 Talk Talk to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Blossom Toes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kaleidoscope,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Stereo Dub,
Moss Icon,
Henry Cow,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dual Sessions,
Godley & Creme,
The Cure,
Ituana,
Swell Maps,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kerrie Biddell,
Minor Threat,
Joy Division,
Junior Murvin,
Colin Newman,
PIL,
Black Pus,
Joe Smooth,
Rufus Thomas,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Trojans,
Gang Starr,
Little Man,
X-102,
Iggy Pop,
Cecil Taylor,
Bronski Beat,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bootsy Collins,
Wings,
the Bar-Kays,
Slave,
Duran Duran,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sam Rivers,
Erykah Badu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
New York Dolls,
Neu!,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Can,
Fad Gadget,
Juan Atkins,
Gang Gang Dance,
Skarface,
Rod Modell,
The Selecter,
Fugazi,
The Blues Magoos,
A Certain Ratio,
Marvin Gaye,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Goldenarms,
The Black Dice,
Hashim,
MC5,
Ten City,
Lou Reed,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.