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 Sudan and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the dance 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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
The Wake,
David Axelrod,
ABBA,
Graham Central Station,
Scientists,
Joensuu 1685,
The Remains,
Magma,
X-102,
Marine Girls,
Nas,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Terry Callier,
Amazonics,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Janne Schatter,
Agent Orange,
L. Decosne,
Nirvana,
Magazine,
Ultra Naté,
Tears for Fears,
Yusef Lateef,
Accadde A,
Severed Heads,
Cymande,
The Mighty Diamonds,
R.M.O.,
Country Joe & The Fish,
cv313,
Joe Finger,
David McCallum,
Kenny Larkin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Move,
Liliput,
The Last Poets,
Scratch Acid,
Derrick May,
Gregory Isaacs,
Darondo,
Dead Boys,
Tres Demented,
Ronan,
Aloha Tigers,
Soft Machine,
The Smiths,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tropical Tobacco,
Porter Ricks,
Mandrill,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Germs,
Sun City Girls,
The Kinks,
Eddi Front,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ice-T,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.