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 Bhutan and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Royal Family And The Poor to the rap 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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Schoolly D,
The Techniques,
The Victims,
Peter & Gordon,
Sparks,
China Crisis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Albert Ayler,
Dorothy Ashby,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Anakelly,
Robert Hood,
Mr. Review,
FM Einheit,
Siglo XX,
Average White Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Searchers,
Juan Atkins,
Harpers Bizarre,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rosa Yemen,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
La Düsseldorf,
The Happenings,
Urselle,
Das Ding,
Pantytec,
Sam Rivers,
The Kinks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Television Personalities,
Symarip,
Lower 48,
Sex Pistols,
Monks,
One Last Wish,
The Evens,
Sister Nancy,
Eurythmics,
Circle Jerks,
Warren Ellis,
Eric Dolphy,
L. Decosne,
Clear Light,
Jerry's Kids,
June Days,
ABBA,
T. Rex,
Traffic Nightmare,
Leonard Cohen,
Interpol,
Bill Wells,
Ultra Naté,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.