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 Seychelles and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the punk 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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
D'Angelo,
Bluetip,
Average White Band,
Infiniti,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sex Pistols,
Hoover,
New Order,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The United States of America,
Interpol,
Neil Young,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Procol Harum,
Easy Going,
Funkadelic,
The Standells,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Erykah Badu,
Maurizio,
The Mojo Men,
New Age Steppers,
The Doors,
Graham Central Station,
David McCallum,
Gerry Rafferty,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cluster,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jandek,
Steve Hackett,
The Residents,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lindisfarne,
Radiohead,
Wally Richardson,
Young Marble Giants,
The Grass Roots,
Scan 7,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Hasil Adkins,
Funky Four + One,
Agent Orange,
The Saints,
Circle Jerks,
Peter and Kerry,
Black Moon,
Hardrive,
Livin' Joy,
Lucky Dragons,
Lungfish,
Andrew Hill,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Sound,
The Neon Judgement,
The Sonics,
Harmonia,
Tomorrow,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.