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 Tuvalu and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Barracudas to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Howard Jones,
Avey Tare,
Yellowson,
The Modern Lovers,
Eddi Front,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tim Buckley,
Patti Smith,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Minor Threat,
Ken Boothe,
Essential Logic,
Sandy B,
Siglo XX,
Scientists,
Silicon Teens,
Moby Grape,
the Bar-Kays,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Slackers,
Wally Richardson,
Hot Snakes,
Rites of Spring,
David McCallum,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kerri Chandler,
Chrome,
Cecil Taylor,
It's A Beautiful Day,
D'Angelo,
Juan Atkins,
Ice-T,
Pantytec,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jandek,
Aural Exciters,
Tres Demented,
Aaron Thompson,
the Swans,
Jeff Mills,
Sight & Sound,
Pet Shop Boys,
F. McDonald,
Groovy Waters,
The Divine Comedy,
Arthur Verocai,
Jawbox,
Lee Hazlewood,
Stiv Bators,
These Immortal Souls,
The Monks,
Khruangbin,
Negative Approach,
The Standells,
Gabor Szabo,
Quadrant,
Radiohead,
Barclay James Harvest,
Glenn Branca,
Johnny Clarke,
Oneida,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.