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 Liberia and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum 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 U.S. Maple to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fear,
Grandmaster Flash,
Letta Mbulu,
K-Klass,
Young Marble Giants,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Duran Duran,
DJ Style,
La Düsseldorf,
The Monks,
Chrome,
June Days,
The Wake,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sam Rivers,
Brothers Johnson,
Absolute Body Control,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Leaves,
Joe Finger,
Jerry's Kids,
Organ,
New York Dolls,
Panda Bear,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Zapp,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Dirtbombs,
Black Pus,
Sonic Youth,
Clear Light,
DJ Sneak,
David McCallum,
Porter Ricks,
Glenn Branca,
the Slits,
Crispian St. Peters,
Magazine,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bad Manners,
Negative Approach,
The Fire Engines,
Con Funk Shun,
the Fania All-Stars,
Quadrant,
Babytalk,
R.M.O.,
Tomorrow,
Unwound,
Al Stewart,
Soft Machine,
Chris Corsano,
Cecil Taylor,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lungfish,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Blossom Toes,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.