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 Thailand and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bologna.
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 808 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 Neu! to the funk 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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
The New Christs,
Fugazi,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pharoah Sanders,
Black Sheep,
Bill Wells,
Jerry's Kids,
Glenn Branca,
Don Cherry,
ABBA,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Howard Jones,
The Smiths,
Kerri Chandler,
Pantaleimon,
Bobby Byrd,
Donald Byrd,
PIL,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Stiv Bators,
Public Enemy,
Sight & Sound,
The Evens,
The Buckinghams,
Marc Almond,
Barrington Levy,
Rekid,
Urselle,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bush Tetras,
Rosa Yemen,
Gregory Isaacs,
Flamin' Groovies,
10cc,
H. Thieme,
Fad Gadget,
The Blues Magoos,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
A Certain Ratio,
the Bar-Kays,
Piero Umiliani,
Organ,
Black Moon,
Ronan,
Ronnie Foster,
Groovy Waters,
Alphaville,
Ice-T,
cv313,
Gabor Szabo,
Lou Christie,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Deakin,
the Normal,
The Fire Engines,
Crime,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Infiniti,
Zero Boys,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.