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 Malta and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Ronnie Foster,
The Offenders,
Connie Case,
New York Dolls,
Franke,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Masters at Work,
Porter Ricks,
Fad Gadget,
The Martian,
CMW,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
UT,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Unwound,
Boredoms,
The Electric Prunes,
Soft Machine,
Average White Band,
Technova,
Jeff Mills,
The Busters,
Los Fastidios,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Gladiators,
The Stooges,
Agent Orange,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
David Bowie,
Danielle Patucci,
Niagra,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bronski Beat,
Black Flag,
Crime,
Sun City Girls,
The Knickerbockers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marmalade,
Arcadia,
Lungfish,
Aaron Thompson,
D'Angelo,
The Dead C,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pierre Henry,
The United States of America,
Flipper,
Mantronix,
Darondo,
Jandek,
Barrington Levy,
Sam Rivers,
The Count Five,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Glenn Branca,
Schoolly D,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.