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 Greece and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 Johannesburg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Donald Fagen 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 The Fire Engines to the rock 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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
ABBA,
Eddi Front,
Wolf Eyes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Animal Collective,
Peter & Gordon,
Neu!,
Accadde A,
Todd Terry,
Infiniti,
The Fire Engines,
Gabor Szabo,
cv313,
X-102,
The Flesh Eaters,
Angry Samoans,
Wasted Youth,
Sister Nancy,
MDC,
Minnie Riperton,
Visage,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Cure,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marshall Jefferson,
In Retrospect,
Thompson Twins,
Vladislav Delay,
Danielle Patucci,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
A Certain Ratio,
Supertramp,
Duran Duran,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joensuu 1685,
The Happenings,
The Slits,
The Buckinghams,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ken Boothe,
Warsaw,
Piero Umiliani,
The Red Krayola,
Drexciya,
Soft Cell,
David Bowie,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kurtis Blow,
Bobby Womack,
The Human League,
Mission of Burma,
Procol Harum,
Desert Stars,
10cc,
Negative Approach,
Audionom,
The Real Kids,
Main Source,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.