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 Tajikistan and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 Paris and Bremen.
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 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 Donald Fagen 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 New York Dolls to the jazz 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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Bang On A Can,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Shoche,
X-Ray Spex,
The Names,
ABBA,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tears for Fears,
the Human League,
John Coltrane,
Yellowson,
Crispian St. Peters,
In Retrospect,
Livin' Joy,
The Move,
Eden Ahbez,
Boz Scaggs,
Sister Nancy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Japan,
LL Cool J,
Joy Division,
The Five Americans,
Oblivians,
Faraquet,
Terry Callier,
Technova,
Brick,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Real Kids,
Quando Quango,
The Litter,
The Fire Engines,
The Monochrome Set,
Erykah Badu,
Severed Heads,
Pole,
Crash Course in Science,
Nico,
Parry Music,
Schoolly D,
Hot Snakes,
Rekid,
Amazonics,
Bob Dylan,
Dawn Penn,
Black Moon,
Harry Pussy,
Patti Smith,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mary Jane Girls,
MDC,
Ronnie Foster,
F. McDonald,
Chris & Cosey,
Pantaleimon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Janne Schatter,
Bluetip,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.