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 Liechtenstein and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator 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 Neil Young to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Quadrant,
Procol Harum,
David Bowie,
X-102,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Evens,
Rufus Thomas,
Avey Tare,
Amon Düül,
the Association,
Todd Terry,
Rod Modell,
The Music Machine,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ohio Players,
The Monks,
Theoretical Girls,
The Motions,
These Immortal Souls,
The Modern Lovers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Leaves,
Trumans Water,
Con Funk Shun,
Simply Red,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ralphi Rosario,
Blossom Toes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Intrusion,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cecil Taylor,
Delta 5,
Banda Bassotti,
the Normal,
The Victims,
Harry Pussy,
Susan Cadogan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Cowsills,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ornette Coleman,
Stetsasonic,
The Saints,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eric Copeland,
Lakeside,
E-Dancer,
Parry Music,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Vogues,
The Remains,
The Real Kids,
Deadbeat,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Moody Blues,
the Germs,
Arthur Verocai,
The Skatalites,
The Slits,
Von Mondo,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.