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 Laos and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin 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 T.S.O.L. to the electroclash 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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Vogues,
The Gap Band,
UT,
Moby Grape,
Donny Hathaway,
Faust,
Soul II Soul,
Black Bananas,
Matthew Halsall,
Das Ding,
Godley & Creme,
Chrome,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Faraquet,
Bob Dylan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bronski Beat,
Unwound,
Ronnie Foster,
Make Up,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Massinfluence,
Kayak,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Second Layer,
Hasil Adkins,
Reuben Wilson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The New Christs,
The Knickerbockers,
Malaria!,
Radio Birdman,
Main Source,
The Techniques,
Harmonia,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rhythm & Sound,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Michelle Simonal,
One Last Wish,
The Kinks,
Lou Christie,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dennis Brown,
Yellowson,
Marvin Gaye,
Country Teasers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Pretty Things,
T. Rex,
Aural Exciters,
Maurizio,
Man Parrish,
Model 500,
Aloha Tigers,
The Trojans,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Human League,
Stockholm Monsters,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.