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 Turkey and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Niagra to the disco 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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review 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 marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Dark Day,
The Slits,
Sonic Youth,
Sällskapet,
Neil Young,
Moby Grape,
Ronnie Foster,
The Associates,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sam Rivers,
Maurizio,
Gang of Four,
Monks,
Masters at Work,
Albert Ayler,
The Angels of Light,
Piero Umiliani,
R.M.O.,
Agent Orange,
Icehouse,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Camberwell Now,
Wire,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Avey Tare,
Young Marble Giants,
The Vogues,
Tom Boy,
KRS-One,
MC5,
Visage,
X-101,
The Victims,
Joyce Sims,
T. Rex,
Black Flag,
Monolake,
Swans,
Buzzcocks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Johnny Osbourne,
EPMD,
AZ,
Bauhaus,
Angry Samoans,
The Fuzztones,
Big Daddy Kane,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sun Ra,
Make Up,
Bush Tetras,
The Residents,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Josef K,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tres Demented,
Los Fastidios,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nik Kershaw,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.