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 Benin and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the rock 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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Nik Kershaw,
Donny Hathaway,
Jeff Mills,
Theoretical Girls,
Minutemen,
The Real Kids,
Pagans,
Excepter,
Youth Brigade,
Soulsonic Force,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Brick,
Scientists,
Shuggie Otis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Goldenarms,
Kurtis Blow,
The American Breed,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ludus,
The Stooges,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bauhaus,
Alton Ellis,
Joyce Sims,
kango's stein massive,
Kaleidoscope,
Robert Wyatt,
LL Cool J,
The Martian,
Absolute Body Control,
The Pop Group,
Infiniti,
Sonic Youth,
B.T. Express,
The Angels of Light,
The Searchers,
Sex Pistols,
Rites of Spring,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Leonard Cohen,
Terry Callier,
Lebanon Hanover,
Schoolly D,
Quadrant,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Motions,
Mary Jane Girls,
Outsiders,
Blake Baxter,
Scott Walker,
Althea and Donna,
Donald Byrd,
Bill Wells,
Eddi Front,
Motorama,
Mandrill,
The Black Dice,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.