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 Suriname and from Copenhagen.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Scion to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Eve St. Jones,
Brand Nubian,
John Holt,
Depeche Mode,
Drive Like Jehu,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Altered Images,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Urselle,
Aloha Tigers,
The Barracudas,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Neon Judgement,
U.S. Maple,
the Human League,
Reuben Wilson,
Radiohead,
a-ha,
Deakin,
The Busters,
T.S.O.L.,
Gong,
One Last Wish,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
D'Angelo,
Don Cherry,
The Invisible,
MC5,
DJ Sneak,
The Gun Club,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Letta Mbulu,
Mr. Review,
Severed Heads,
Suburban Knight,
Sandy B,
Fear,
Sound Behaviour,
Neil Young,
Radiopuhelimet,
Absolute Body Control,
Schoolly D,
Hasil Adkins,
Alphaville,
The J.B.'s,
New Age Steppers,
Shuggie Otis,
Marc Almond,
Scion,
The Skatalites,
Albert Ayler,
Liliput,
Fat Boys,
Nas,
The Gap Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Young Marble Giants,
Con Funk Shun,
Fugazi,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.