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 Micronesia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 harpsichord 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 Harmonia to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Alphaville,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
In Retrospect,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Japan,
Niagra,
Wolf Eyes,
JFA,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Swell Maps,
Magazine,
PIL,
Pierre Henry,
Khruangbin,
KRS-One,
Pussy Galore,
The Misunderstood,
Maleditus Sound,
Brick,
Sixth Finger,
Agitation Free,
Cecil Taylor,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kaleidoscope,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Velvet Underground,
Roger Hodgson,
This Heat,
The Count Five,
The Victims,
Depeche Mode,
John Coltrane,
Anakelly,
Eden Ahbez,
Erasure,
Patti Smith,
Juan Atkins,
The Modern Lovers,
Thompson Twins,
Cymande,
Sun Ra,
Sun City Girls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Camouflage,
Minutemen,
kango's stein massive,
Infiniti,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Maurizio,
Sugar Minott,
Albert Ayler,
The Skatalites,
Los Fastidios,
Groovy Waters,
ABBA,
Fela Kuti,
The Tremeloes,
The Mojo Men,
Bobby Womack,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.