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 Afghanistan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Aural Exciters to the disco 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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Suburban Knight,
X-101,
Iggy Pop,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dead Boys,
Vladislav Delay,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Deadbeat,
The Motions,
Avey Tare,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Gladiators,
Jerry's Kids,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Danielle Patucci,
The Velvet Underground,
Sällskapet,
Hasil Adkins,
Hot Snakes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Minnie Riperton,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Royal Trux,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Suicide,
Dorothy Ashby,
Henry Cow,
Unwound,
Wings,
Todd Rundgren,
Radio Birdman,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Laurel Aitken,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Stiv Bators,
The Moleskins,
The Misunderstood,
Urselle,
Severed Heads,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Alphaville,
the Fania All-Stars,
Roger Hodgson,
Charles Mingus,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sparks,
Kenny Larkin,
Roy Ayers,
Rosa Yemen,
Ronan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Electric Prunes,
Wire,
Bill Wells,
The Dirtbombs,
Rakim,
Gastr Del Sol,
Deakin,
Moss Icon,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.