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 Ecuador and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 David McCallum to the grunge 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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Absolute Body Control,
Massinfluence,
Bang On A Can,
In Retrospect,
the Germs,
The Blues Magoos,
Make Up,
Cymande,
The Flesh Eaters,
Boz Scaggs,
Organ,
The Zeros,
Interpol,
Mandrill,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Count Five,
The Monks,
Crime,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kerri Chandler,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
X-101,
Bronski Beat,
The Cowsills,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
R.M.O.,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Piero Umiliani,
This Heat,
Little Man,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Selecter,
New Age Steppers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bobby Sherman,
The Tremeloes,
Deakin,
Black Pus,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Schoolly D,
The Motions,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Technova,
The Modern Lovers,
The Busters,
T. Rex,
Stiv Bators,
Lou Christie,
Lalann,
Pierre Henry,
Eurythmics,
Scientists,
The Cure,
Model 500,
Colin Newman,
Lou Reed,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scrapy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Birthday Party,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.