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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 T. Rex to the techno 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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Moebius,
Lou Christie,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kerri Chandler,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Sonics,
Flash Fearless,
Hot Snakes,
Tommy Roe,
E-Dancer,
Bobby Womack,
The Skatalites,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Procol Harum,
Sun City Girls,
The Index,
Subhumans,
Eric Copeland,
John Cale,
The Smoke,
The Fortunes,
Robert Wyatt,
ABBA,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Normal,
Chrome,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pole,
Lungfish,
Quantec,
Judy Mowatt,
Technova,
Warsaw,
X-Ray Spex,
The Gories,
Todd Terry,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sandy B,
Godley & Creme,
Maleditus Sound,
Liliput,
Arcadia,
Derrick Morgan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pagans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Au Pairs,
Thee Headcoats,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joy Division,
Eric Dolphy,
Drexciya,
Mark Hollis,
Ossler,
Fear,
Babytalk,
Sam Rivers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sonic Youth,
Juan Atkins,
Unwound,
Gabor Szabo,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.