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 Pakistan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Alison Limerick to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jawbox,
Pantytec,
Section 25,
Connie Case,
Maurizio,
Tom Boy,
The Evens,
Agent Orange,
Depeche Mode,
David Bowie,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Dirtbombs,
Negative Approach,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Los Fastidios,
The Zeros,
Malaria!,
Scientists,
MDC,
Rites of Spring,
The United States of America,
Albert Ayler,
Camberwell Now,
Y Pants,
D'Angelo,
Piero Umiliani,
The Leaves,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pagans,
Quadrant,
Ituana,
Gong,
Bob Dylan,
The Slackers,
Jacob Miller,
New York Dolls,
The Saints,
The Fortunes,
Dennis Brown,
Sound Behaviour,
Nick Fraelich,
Eli Mardock,
Symarip,
Von Mondo,
Moebius,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
ABC,
R.M.O.,
Wings,
The Offenders,
The Cure,
Circle Jerks,
Lindisfarne,
Suburban Knight,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.