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 Iran and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ultravox to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Donald Byrd,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scientists,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Blackbyrds,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eli Mardock,
ABC,
The American Breed,
Cal Tjader,
Gang Gang Dance,
Traffic Nightmare,
Grandmaster Flash,
Arcadia,
Charles Mingus,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Neu!,
Marine Girls,
Masters at Work,
a-ha,
Don Cherry,
The Raincoats,
The Young Rascals,
Freddie Wadling,
Cheater Slicks,
The Sound,
Zero Boys,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fatback Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jawbox,
Los Fastidios,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bang On A Can,
The Gun Club,
Suicide,
The Offenders,
The Kinks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Technova,
Tears for Fears,
Buzzcocks,
Alice Coltrane,
The Music Machine,
The Durutti Column,
Danielle Patucci,
The Misunderstood,
Steve Hackett,
The Real Kids,
Jeff Mills,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rapeman,
T.S.O.L.,
Rakim,
Tom Boy,
Sister Nancy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.