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 Denmark and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Patti Smith to the punk 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
La Düsseldorf,
The Invisible,
Lower 48,
Masters at Work,
Lalo Schifrin,
Make Up,
T. Rex,
Q and Not U,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Standells,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Chrome,
Janne Schatter,
Amazonics,
Ralphi Rosario,
Quadrant,
Joensuu 1685,
Excepter,
Jeff Lynne,
Scrapy,
Moebius,
The Last Poets,
Adolescents,
Country Teasers,
Hasil Adkins,
Lou Reed,
Ossler,
Television,
the Slits,
Yusef Lateef,
Byron Stingily,
Lungfish,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kas Product,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gong,
Henry Cow,
Laurel Aitken,
Country Joe & The Fish,
FM Einheit,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sister Nancy,
Lakeside,
Gang of Four,
Flipper,
Blossom Toes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Slick Rick,
Ohio Players,
One Last Wish,
Crime,
Ice-T,
Absolute Body Control,
The Trojans,
John Foxx,
Swell Maps,
Warsaw,
The Tremeloes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Glambeats Corp.,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.