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 Micronesia 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Matthew Bourne to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Isaac Hayes,
The Trojans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Blossom Toes,
Television Personalities,
Joey Negro,
Ice-T,
Janne Schatter,
Derrick Morgan,
Albert Ayler,
Judy Mowatt,
Kaleidoscope,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lucky Dragons,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gang Green,
The Blackbyrds,
Anthony Braxton,
The Evens,
Lyres,
Mr. Review,
Mission of Burma,
Yusef Lateef,
Masters at Work,
Robert Hood,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Dead C,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The New Christs,
The Fall,
The Birthday Party,
Ralphi Rosario,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Panda Bear,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ronan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dark Day,
Royal Trux,
Simply Red,
Supertramp,
Ken Boothe,
Porter Ricks,
Pere Ubu,
Jerry's Kids,
The Selecter,
Livin' Joy,
Accadde A,
Bronski Beat,
Neu!,
The Barracudas,
Harpers Bizarre,
Outsiders,
One Last Wish,
Interpol,
Lungfish,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.