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 Madagascar and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Johannesburg.
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 spring reverb 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 Trojans to the funk 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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
The Dead C,
Eddi Front,
The Residents,
June Days,
Joyce Sims,
Parry Music,
Funky Four + One,
Leonard Cohen,
Sixth Finger,
10cc,
La Düsseldorf,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Michelle Simonal,
Moebius,
Tim Buckley,
Organ,
Drexciya,
John Foxx,
The Fortunes,
Nico,
Unrelated Segments,
MDC,
Susan Cadogan,
Robert Görl,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Monochrome Set,
The Mummies,
Shuggie Otis,
Jandek,
Barbara Tucker,
Prince Buster,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sight & Sound,
Reagan Youth,
The Cramps,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Unwound,
Chrome,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Black Bananas,
Lyres,
Section 25,
Index,
Goldenarms,
Magma,
Terry Callier,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Aswad,
Idris Muhammad,
Robert Wyatt,
Franke,
Moss Icon,
Joey Negro,
Royal Trux,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Brand Nubian,
Eric Copeland,
Freddie Wadling,
Young Marble Giants,
The Searchers,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.