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 Albania and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin 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 The Star Department to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Amazonics,
Arcadia,
Shoche,
These Immortal Souls,
Model 500,
Monks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bauhaus,
Cybotron,
Flipper,
Infiniti,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Half Japanese,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Matthew Halsall,
Brothers Johnson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Interpol,
The Buckinghams,
Leonard Cohen,
The Music Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
JFA,
Jacob Miller,
Silicon Teens,
Roger Hodgson,
The Stooges,
Sonic Youth,
Hot Snakes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Junior Murvin,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Essential Logic,
Robert Wyatt,
The Names,
Con Funk Shun,
Lightning Bolt,
Mandrill,
The Zeros,
Banda Bassotti,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Amon Düül,
The Grass Roots,
Minny Pops,
The Star Department,
Lebanon Hanover,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sixth Finger,
Crispy Ambulance,
Youth Brigade,
Iggy Pop,
T.S.O.L.,
Fear,
kango's stein massive,
Massinfluence,
Mr. Review,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.