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 Madagascar and from Woodstock.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tehran.
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 sitar 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 Sixth Finger to the dance 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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Minor Threat,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Niagra,
Neu!,
Jeff Lynne,
Ossler,
One Last Wish,
Bill Wells,
the Soft Cell,
The Gap Band,
Technova,
The Barracudas,
X-102,
The Monks,
Lightning Bolt,
Max Romeo,
Pulsallama,
Rosa Yemen,
Skaos,
Goldenarms,
The Grass Roots,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sonic Youth,
The Golliwogs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Stereo Dub,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Fall,
The Happenings,
Mandrill,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Make Up,
Japan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cecil Taylor,
The J.B.'s,
Harmonia,
Sarah Menescal,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Moebius,
Minutemen,
Sister Nancy,
Deadbeat,
Funky Four + One,
The Seeds,
Little Man,
Fad Gadget,
Nick Fraelich,
Sight & Sound,
Warren Ellis,
Ornette Coleman,
The Birthday Party,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scientists,
The Techniques,
Second Layer,
Smog,
Sällskapet,
Zapp,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pere Ubu,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.