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 Tunisia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Lou Reed 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 Cybotron to the electroclash 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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Howard Jones,
Oblivians,
Whodini,
Nation of Ulysses,
Patti Smith,
Amon Düül II,
Tomorrow,
Roxy Music,
Ronan,
The Motions,
Stetsasonic,
Black Flag,
Harmonia,
The Offenders,
Scan 7,
Jimmy McGriff,
Man Parrish,
Desert Stars,
ABBA,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lyres,
The Associates,
Fad Gadget,
Franke,
Con Funk Shun,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Glenn Branca,
The Young Rascals,
Johnny Clarke,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Saints,
Panda Bear,
Skriet,
The Toasters,
Fugazi,
The Golliwogs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Knickerbockers,
Japan,
The Blackbyrds,
Model 500,
Robert Görl,
Rotary Connection,
Electric Prunes,
Soft Machine,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Theoretical Girls,
Vladislav Delay,
MDC,
Shoche,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lucky Dragons,
Los Fastidios,
Frankie Knuckles,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Radiohead,
Scientists,
Neil Young,
DJ Style,
Barry Ungar,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.