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 Hungary and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 clarinet 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 Henry Cow to the jazz 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Liliput,
The Wake,
Urselle,
Tomorrow,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Soulsonic Force,
Adolescents,
Juan Atkins,
The Divine Comedy,
Organ,
Make Up,
The Misunderstood,
David Bowie,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
K-Klass,
Barry Ungar,
Todd Rundgren,
Funky Four + One,
LL Cool J,
Delta 5,
The Cure,
Stereo Dub,
Minny Pops,
The Real Kids,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Deepchord,
Kayak,
Henry Cow,
The Smoke,
Harmonia,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marine Girls,
One Last Wish,
UT,
FM Einheit,
X-Ray Spex,
Iggy Pop,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joensuu 1685,
Au Pairs,
Cecil Taylor,
Alice Coltrane,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Alton Ellis,
The Velvet Underground,
The Gap Band,
The Raincoats,
Rakim,
Althea and Donna,
Janne Schatter,
Dennis Brown,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Dirtbombs,
Albert Ayler,
Monks,
ABC,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.