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 Cambodia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 snare 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 Ten City 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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Names,
Sparks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Sonics,
Charles Mingus,
Black Bananas,
Matthew Halsall,
Althea and Donna,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pantaleimon,
Johnny Clarke,
Tim Buckley,
Yaz,
DJ Sneak,
Lou Reed,
The Seeds,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Grass Roots,
The Fall,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Buckinghams,
Danielle Patucci,
Country Teasers,
The Slackers,
Fatback Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Soul II Soul,
Thee Headcoats,
Kevin Saunderson,
La Düsseldorf,
Gang Green,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Liliput,
Q and Not U,
The Stooges,
Organ,
Roy Ayers,
Ultra Naté,
Sexual Harrassment,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nick Fraelich,
Alison Limerick,
Deepchord,
Dennis Brown,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Hot Snakes,
Technova,
It's A Beautiful Day,
L. Decosne,
Darondo,
The Divine Comedy,
Letta Mbulu,
Joe Smooth,
EPMD,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pierre Henry,
Siglo XX,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.