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 East Timor and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gerry Rafferty to the funk 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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
One Last Wish,
Laurel Aitken,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joy Division,
The Birthday Party,
Anakelly,
Flipper,
Johnny Clarke,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Remains,
Ultravox,
Von Mondo,
Essential Logic,
The Standells,
The Skatalites,
Danielle Patucci,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Count Five,
Bluetip,
Rufus Thomas,
Quadrant,
Crash Course in Science,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Todd Terry,
Nik Kershaw,
Roxette,
Masters at Work,
John Cale,
Ituana,
In Retrospect,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pagans,
Mo-Dettes,
EPMD,
Icehouse,
Sarah Menescal,
Neil Young,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Chrome,
The Fugs,
Sällskapet,
Maurizio,
Scion,
Sandy B,
Ken Boothe,
Smog,
Fluxion,
The Doors,
Goldenarms,
Quantec,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Gun Club,
MC5,
John Foxx,
Marine Girls,
Lalann,
Tomorrow,
Cecil Taylor,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ten City,
Aaron Thompson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.