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 Germany and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord 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 Rosa Yemen to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Ituana,
Josef K,
Alison Limerick,
Connie Case,
The Divine Comedy,
Sandy B,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Star Department,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Trojans,
The Skatalites,
Popol Vuh,
Inner City,
the Bar-Kays,
Alphaville,
The Remains,
Sam Rivers,
The Young Rascals,
Eli Mardock,
Eric Copeland,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Joe Smooth,
The Fugs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Von Mondo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marcia Griffiths,
Soulsonic Force,
Bobby Byrd,
The Pretty Things,
Jawbox,
Maurizio,
Jacques Brel,
The Litter,
Faust,
Matthew Halsall,
The Gun Club,
Niagra,
Man Parrish,
Black Moon,
Swans,
Stetsasonic,
Chris & Cosey,
Andrew Hill,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Happenings,
B.T. Express,
Section 25,
Drexciya,
John Cale,
Radiopuhelimet,
Al Stewart,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sarah Menescal,
Sun City Girls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Brand Nubian,
Absolute Body Control,
Glenn Branca,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.