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 Denmark and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tears for Fears,
Agitation Free,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Sonics,
Altered Images,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fear,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Popol Vuh,
Scott Walker,
Hasil Adkins,
Main Source,
Jeff Mills,
Scientists,
June Days,
Mantronix,
EPMD,
Cluster,
Zero Boys,
Sparks,
Dark Day,
Bluetip,
The Motions,
Depeche Mode,
Sonic Youth,
Can,
Pole,
Fluxion,
Oblivians,
World's Most,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Neil Young,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Trojans,
Fela Kuti,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Doors,
New Order,
Tomorrow,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Camberwell Now,
Yazoo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Man Parrish,
Amon Düül,
Icehouse,
Darondo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mo-Dettes,
Organ,
Gang Gang Dance,
Slick Rick,
Groovy Waters,
Shoche,
Nico,
cv313,
the Germs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.