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 Honduras and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Fluxion,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Black Sheep,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gang of Four,
Khruangbin,
Donny Hathaway,
Underground Resistance,
Clear Light,
The Searchers,
Chris & Cosey,
ABBA,
The Names,
Oblivians,
Quadrant,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Darondo,
A Certain Ratio,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Blossom Toes,
DJ Sneak,
Junior Murvin,
The Fugs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wally Richardson,
Niagra,
Robert Hood,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Young Rascals,
Fat Boys,
The Skatalites,
Nik Kershaw,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mantronix,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Music Machine,
Yellowson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Thee Headcoats,
Alice Coltrane,
Ultravox,
Bad Manners,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fatback Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sällskapet,
The Zeros,
Parry Music,
The Doors,
Kerri Chandler,
Kenny Larkin,
Smog,
The Tremeloes,
China Crisis,
Toni Rubio,
The Monochrome Set,
Young Marble Giants,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
10cc,
Hot Snakes,
Eli Mardock,
EPMD,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.