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 Norway and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ 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 Alton Ellis to the grunge 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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Dennis Brown,
Half Japanese,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Slits,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sugar Minott,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Monochrome Set,
Tom Boy,
Anthony Braxton,
Whodini,
Darondo,
Minnie Riperton,
The Human League,
Andrew Hill,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kerri Chandler,
The Kinks,
Fluxion,
The Sound,
B.T. Express,
The Moody Blues,
Franke,
Godley & Creme,
Black Bananas,
Reuben Wilson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eric Copeland,
Cal Tjader,
The Happenings,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Symarip,
The Blues Magoos,
Drexciya,
Black Moon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marmalade,
Intrusion,
Television Personalities,
Index,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Graham Central Station,
Ralphi Rosario,
Deepchord,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tres Demented,
John Lydon,
David Bowie,
Jawbox,
Aloha Tigers,
Malaria!,
The Smoke,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Blackbyrds,
Peter and Kerry,
Amazonics,
X-102,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Josef K,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.