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 Guyana and from Lagos.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron 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 New Order to the disco 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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Archie Shepp,
D'Angelo,
Underground Resistance,
Jacob Miller,
The Star Department,
Pylon,
Metal Thangz,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Television,
Chris Corsano,
MC5,
Nick Fraelich,
The Gladiators,
Sex Pistols,
Outsiders,
The Moleskins,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Smog,
Soulsonic Force,
Tres Demented,
Mandrill,
Albert Ayler,
Peter & Gordon,
The United States of America,
Ornette Coleman,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Royal Trux,
Joyce Sims,
The J.B.'s,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Hot Snakes,
The Happenings,
Reagan Youth,
The Cowsills,
Derrick May,
Lindisfarne,
The Fuzztones,
the Human League,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sly & The Family Stone,
T.S.O.L.,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Be Bop Deluxe,
These Immortal Souls,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pantaleimon,
Kaleidoscope,
Todd Rundgren,
The Angels of Light,
Faust,
Big Daddy Kane,
KRS-One,
Lebanon Hanover,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Smoke,
The Wake,
Roxette,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.