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 Korea South and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Agitation Free to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Ossler,
Tears for Fears,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Harmonia,
Scan 7,
Graham Central Station,
Lightning Bolt,
New York Dolls,
Scion,
The Tremeloes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Suburban Knight,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Stockholm Monsters,
Terry Callier,
Howard Jones,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cluster,
Connie Case,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Don Cherry,
Neil Young,
the Sonics,
Sister Nancy,
The Dirtbombs,
Minnie Riperton,
The Fuzztones,
Byron Stingily,
Sam Rivers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eden Ahbez,
X-Ray Spex,
Intrusion,
The Monochrome Set,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Fall,
the Normal,
Pharoah Sanders,
Schoolly D,
Letta Mbulu,
Yellowson,
Mo-Dettes,
The Searchers,
AZ,
Dave Gahan,
Q and Not U,
Leonard Cohen,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kool Moe Dee,
James White and The Blacks,
Marine Girls,
David Axelrod,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Anakelly,
Guru Guru,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fifty Foot Hose,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.