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 Eritrea and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Soul Sonic Force to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Young Rascals,
Camouflage,
Derrick Morgan,
Inner City,
The Alarm Clocks,
Popol Vuh,
Crispy Ambulance,
Depeche Mode,
Easy Going,
Aural Exciters,
Johnny Clarke,
Simply Red,
Sonic Youth,
Junior Murvin,
The Moleskins,
Tubeway Army,
Jacques Brel,
Fela Kuti,
L. Decosne,
Procol Harum,
10cc,
Black Moon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Black Bananas,
Minnie Riperton,
Juan Atkins,
Newcleus,
Moby Grape,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Thompson Twins,
Donny Hathaway,
Eve St. Jones,
Rotary Connection,
Kayak,
Interpol,
Slick Rick,
Smog,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sparks,
Vainqueur,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sällskapet,
the Bar-Kays,
Maleditus Sound,
In Retrospect,
D'Angelo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Thee Headcoats,
Dead Boys,
Gabor Szabo,
The Motions,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scan 7,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bill Near,
Gang Starr,
Freddie Wadling,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.