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 United Kingdom and from London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Robert Palmer 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 Tim Buckley to the crunk 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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
EPMD,
Slave,
The Dirtbombs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Laurel Aitken,
Babytalk,
Silicon Teens,
Aural Exciters,
Dorothy Ashby,
Byron Stingily,
Radiopuhelimet,
Andrew Hill,
Tomorrow,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Agent Orange,
Duran Duran,
Hoover,
Livin' Joy,
Johnny Clarke,
Brand Nubian,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dawn Penn,
Yazoo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Juan Atkins,
Joe Smooth,
John Cale,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mark Hollis,
One Last Wish,
Royal Trux,
The Motions,
the Association,
David Axelrod,
Jerry's Kids,
Junior Murvin,
Guru Guru,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rites of Spring,
the Slits,
Cheater Slicks,
John Coltrane,
Pussy Galore,
Marmalade,
Sällskapet,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Seeds,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Beau Brummels,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Outsiders,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
E-Dancer,
Bad Manners,
Easy Going,
Henry Cow,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.