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 Jordan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 rhodes 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 Suburban Knight to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Ken Boothe,
Crime,
The Gap Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Arthur Verocai,
Soft Cell,
Sonic Youth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Cure,
Gang Green,
Morten Harket,
Bang On A Can,
Jawbox,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bootsy Collins,
Marine Girls,
Pere Ubu,
Gichy Dan,
Scientists,
Con Funk Shun,
Cheater Slicks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ohio Players,
Average White Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Public Image Ltd.,
China Crisis,
Blossom Toes,
Boz Scaggs,
Amon Düül II,
AZ,
Derrick May,
The Dirtbombs,
Godley & Creme,
Janne Schatter,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Thompson Twins,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Young Marble Giants,
Fluxion,
OOIOO,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Trumans Water,
Aloha Tigers,
Erasure,
The Saints,
Carl Craig,
Procol Harum,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
LL Cool J,
Archie Shepp,
Can,
June of 44,
The Associates,
Sun City Girls,
Franke,
Anthony Braxton,
Byron Stingily,
Danielle Patucci,
Hashim,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.