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 Uzbekistan and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb 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 Bush Tetras to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Glenn Branca,
Rapeman,
Rod Modell,
Young Marble Giants,
The J.B.'s,
Harry Pussy,
The Moody Blues,
The Grass Roots,
Parry Music,
Soulsonic Force,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Remains,
Pierre Henry,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Minny Pops,
The Human League,
Rakim,
Magma,
Connie Case,
Agent Orange,
the Bar-Kays,
Sight & Sound,
Zapp,
Hashim,
Gabor Szabo,
Groovy Waters,
Scratch Acid,
L. Decosne,
AZ,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Goldenarms,
Massinfluence,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dead Boys,
Clear Light,
Flamin' Groovies,
June of 44,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Surgeon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Don Cherry,
Ronnie Foster,
Newcleus,
Royal Trux,
Das Ding,
Von Mondo,
Maurizio,
Patti Smith,
Minutemen,
Joyce Sims,
Cecil Taylor,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Brass Construction,
Shoche,
B.T. Express,
The Durutti Column,
Archie Shepp,
Blancmange,
Matthew Bourne,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.