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 Congo and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Grey Daturas to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
John Cale,
the Soft Cell,
Flipper,
Das Ding,
Bluetip,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Alton Ellis,
Aural Exciters,
Gichy Dan,
Neil Young,
Dawn Penn,
Sandy B,
The Buckinghams,
Basic Channel,
Echospace,
Sister Nancy,
Godley & Creme,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pantytec,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lucky Dragons,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sight & Sound,
Dorothy Ashby,
Aloha Tigers,
The Motions,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Outsiders,
Silicon Teens,
Essential Logic,
The United States of America,
the Sonics,
the Fania All-Stars,
Young Marble Giants,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marshall Jefferson,
Aaron Thompson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Martian,
Ponytail,
Youth Brigade,
The Five Americans,
Ultra Naté,
48th St. Collective,
Severed Heads,
Bobby Sherman,
Mark Hollis,
Wally Richardson,
Moebius,
Khruangbin,
Scientists,
Deepchord,
Panda Bear,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Funkadelic,
FM Einheit,
The Seeds,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.