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 Brunei and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the funk 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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Crooked Eye,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Soul II Soul,
Dark Day,
the Germs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Residents,
The Pretty Things,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
James White and The Blacks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Second Layer,
Alison Limerick,
Joey Negro,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ken Boothe,
The Count Five,
Symarip,
Siglo XX,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pagans,
Boz Scaggs,
Joy Division,
Agitation Free,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Avey Tare,
Soul Sonic Force,
Roxy Music,
The Gladiators,
Half Japanese,
Oneida,
Bobby Womack,
The Buckinghams,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Neon Judgement,
Blancmange,
Bauhaus,
The Red Krayola,
Hoover,
The Standells,
Terrestrial Tones,
Moebius,
Patti Smith,
Roy Ayers,
Tomorrow,
Organ,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gichy Dan,
The Real Kids,
Black Pus,
Newcleus,
K-Klass,
The Moleskins,
Barrington Levy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Neu!,
Ultimate Spinach,
Peter & Gordon,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.