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 Syria and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Accra.
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 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 David Bowie 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 Curtis Mayfield to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Index,
Ralphi Rosario,
Trumans Water,
Sam Rivers,
Monks,
Little Man,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Index,
Sonic Youth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Roger Hodgson,
Khruangbin,
Soft Machine,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Young Marble Giants,
The Fugs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scott Walker,
Prince Buster,
The Velvet Underground,
Flamin' Groovies,
Boredoms,
Nico,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Subhumans,
The Beau Brummels,
Blossom Toes,
Ronan,
Qualms,
Duran Duran,
Buzzcocks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Second Layer,
Davy DMX,
D'Angelo,
AZ,
Alice Coltrane,
David Axelrod,
Ponytail,
Alphaville,
Inner City,
Sexual Harrassment,
Model 500,
The Fire Engines,
Sonny Sharrock,
The United States of America,
Lou Reed,
Heaven 17,
Carl Craig,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eric B and Rakim,
Malaria!,
Agitation Free,
June Days,
Lungfish,
The Modern Lovers,
Bang On A Can,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.