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 Salvador.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ 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 Dark Day to the disco 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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Agitation Free,
Todd Terry,
Nirvana,
The Blues Magoos,
Index,
Deakin,
Suburban Knight,
Rapeman,
Dawn Penn,
Flamin' Groovies,
H. Thieme,
Bill Near,
Joyce Sims,
Connie Case,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mark Hollis,
Warren Ellis,
This Heat,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Moody Blues,
Sixth Finger,
Magma,
Skarface,
Quando Quango,
Neu!,
Tres Demented,
the Germs,
The Cowsills,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lee Hazlewood,
These Immortal Souls,
Jandek,
Soft Cell,
Country Teasers,
Chrome,
Zapp,
Subhumans,
JFA,
Susan Cadogan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nas,
Ponytail,
Technova,
Magazine,
Sex Pistols,
Ralphi Rosario,
World's Most,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pere Ubu,
Thee Headcoats,
Kurtis Blow,
Silicon Teens,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Moby Grape,
Amazonics,
John Lydon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.