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 Finland and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Dead C to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Arab on Radar,
Minor Threat,
Little Man,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fad Gadget,
Mission of Burma,
Khruangbin,
The Monks,
Barry Ungar,
Nas,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Stooges,
Carl Craig,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jeff Mills,
Lalann,
Monolake,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fear,
Rites of Spring,
Mars,
Panda Bear,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rod Modell,
X-Ray Spex,
Rapeman,
The Invisible,
Ituana,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Interpol,
Jesper Dahlback,
Robert Hood,
Terrestrial Tones,
Peter & Gordon,
Leonard Cohen,
Stiv Bators,
Bauhaus,
Man Parrish,
Thee Headcoats,
Max Romeo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Neu!,
Soul Sonic Force,
Japan,
Susan Cadogan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Althea and Donna,
Eden Ahbez,
Sam Rivers,
Cybotron,
Country Teasers,
Fat Boys,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Bar-Kays,
DNA,
Harmonia,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lee Hazlewood,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.