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 Djibouti and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Nick Fraelich to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Dirtbombs,
The Slackers,
Cluster,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Althea and Donna,
Anthony Braxton,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Monochrome Set,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Excepter,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Neil Young,
Lou Christie,
Arcadia,
Y Pants,
Jacques Brel,
Colin Newman,
Agent Orange,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kurtis Blow,
In Retrospect,
Joe Smooth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Slits,
D'Angelo,
Wally Richardson,
KRS-One,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ronan,
Zero Boys,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pole,
Roger Hodgson,
Bill Near,
Isaac Hayes,
Delta 5,
The Durutti Column,
Scrapy,
Freddie Wadling,
Donald Byrd,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Robert Görl,
Charles Mingus,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
These Immortal Souls,
Minny Pops,
The Flesh Eaters,
Black Flag,
Metal Thangz,
The Music Machine,
Skarface,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Blancmange,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.