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 Norway and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 the Normal to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
The Black Dice,
The Star Department,
the Bar-Kays,
Traffic Nightmare,
Second Layer,
Parry Music,
The Smiths,
Wasted Youth,
Darondo,
The Walker Brothers,
Archie Shepp,
Kurtis Blow,
Unrelated Segments,
Echospace,
The Birthday Party,
Tres Demented,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jawbox,
Funkadelic,
The Young Rascals,
the Fania All-Stars,
Swell Maps,
The Sound,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Toasters,
Scrapy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Al Stewart,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Fuzztones,
Cecil Taylor,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The United States of America,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Modern Lovers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Todd Terry,
Quando Quango,
Franke,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Dirtbombs,
Gabor Szabo,
Hoover,
Panda Bear,
Neu!,
Mr. Review,
Essential Logic,
Reuben Wilson,
Mark Hollis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ornette Coleman,
Gerry Rafferty,
John Cale,
The Knickerbockers,
The Wake,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Isaac Hayes,
Vainqueur,
Arthur Verocai,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.