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 Gambia and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Gladiators to the crunk 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Black Sheep,
Anthony Braxton,
Severed Heads,
Cal Tjader,
Faust,
Oneida,
The Neon Judgement,
The Busters,
The Saints,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eli Mardock,
Gastr Del Sol,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Fuzztones,
Soft Cell,
The Residents,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Pop Group,
Barclay James Harvest,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eddi Front,
Pantytec,
Swans,
Los Fastidios,
Mr. Review,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Unwound,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
PIL,
Lindisfarne,
Nik Kershaw,
Camberwell Now,
The Birthday Party,
DJ Style,
Arab on Radar,
The United States of America,
Popol Vuh,
Stereo Dub,
Rufus Thomas,
Steve Hackett,
The Cure,
Livin' Joy,
Prince Buster,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lyres,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Associates,
Ohio Players,
Dennis Brown,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kas Product,
Terrestrial Tones,
X-101,
Jeru the Damaja,
Roxy Music,
The Smoke,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.