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 Brunei and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Boz Scaggs to the dance 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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Alarm Clocks,
Idris Muhammad,
Symarip,
Tom Boy,
Fugazi,
Prince Buster,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Groovy Waters,
Wally Richardson,
Gabor Szabo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fat Boys,
Livin' Joy,
The Tremeloes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Hoover,
T. Rex,
The Remains,
L. Decosne,
Malaria!,
Soulsonic Force,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marine Girls,
Crooked Eye,
Sun Ra,
Moby Grape,
Essential Logic,
Alison Limerick,
This Heat,
Bush Tetras,
Aaron Thompson,
Dead Boys,
Average White Band,
Roxette,
Bootsy Collins,
Vladislav Delay,
The Golliwogs,
Cameo,
Oblivians,
Davy DMX,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Sonics,
Yaz,
Radiohead,
Joensuu 1685,
X-102,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Dirtbombs,
Nirvana,
Newcleus,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Fugs,
Bill Near,
Deadbeat,
Main Source,
Althea and Donna,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.