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 Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Malaria! to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Jandek,
Crime,
Blancmange,
LL Cool J,
Wings,
The Count Five,
Hashim,
Rites of Spring,
Zero Boys,
Isaac Hayes,
Monks,
Boz Scaggs,
Shuggie Otis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Stetsasonic,
Inner City,
Duran Duran,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Das Ding,
Hardrive,
The Mummies,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Toni Rubio,
Arthur Verocai,
Joyce Sims,
Derrick May,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ludus,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Chris Corsano,
Icehouse,
Gang Gang Dance,
CMW,
Ossler,
The Last Poets,
Sparks,
Black Flag,
Pulsallama,
Faust,
Gichy Dan,
Dennis Brown,
Fatback Band,
Terry Callier,
The Leaves,
Reagan Youth,
Unwound,
Tom Boy,
PIL,
Section 25,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Animal Collective,
The United States of America,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sam Rivers,
Adolescents,
Peter and Kerry,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Bar-Kays,
the Human League,
Nico,
Donny Hathaway,
The Slits,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.