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 Ivory Coast and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
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 marimba 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 Normal to the crunk 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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
cv313,
Leonard Cohen,
Excepter,
The American Breed,
Sun City Girls,
MDC,
Andrew Hill,
X-102,
John Cale,
Yusef Lateef,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jacob Miller,
AZ,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Schoolly D,
Blancmange,
The Barracudas,
A Certain Ratio,
Isaac Hayes,
Erykah Badu,
The Associates,
The Slackers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Radiohead,
Neu!,
Connie Case,
Ornette Coleman,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Heaven 17,
Tropical Tobacco,
Amon Düül II,
Tres Demented,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gichy Dan,
Suburban Knight,
Angry Samoans,
The Birthday Party,
Can,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eli Mardock,
Jeru the Damaja,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sound Behaviour,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Clear Light,
The Fugs,
The Human League,
The Black Dice,
Brand Nubian,
Banda Bassotti,
The Trojans,
The Cramps,
the Swans,
Danielle Patucci,
Chrome,
Little Man,
Sugar Minott,
Wolf Eyes,
Thompson Twins,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.