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 Micronesia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 chamberlin 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 Public Image Ltd. to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pylon,
Livin' Joy,
The Sonics,
Unwound,
Eden Ahbez,
Cluster,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Adolescents,
The Cure,
China Crisis,
Cybotron,
Rapeman,
Kurtis Blow,
Young Marble Giants,
Liliput,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rekid,
Silicon Teens,
The Black Dice,
Lou Reed,
The Dirtbombs,
Mandrill,
Grandmaster Flash,
Davy DMX,
Bad Manners,
Can,
Gang of Four,
Boredoms,
Girls At Our Best!,
Popol Vuh,
The Zeros,
Tubeway Army,
Sound Behaviour,
Rotary Connection,
Electric Prunes,
Organ,
Marmalade,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Gladiators,
Fluxion,
Ice-T,
Public Enemy,
Thee Headcoats,
David Axelrod,
Wolf Eyes,
The Neon Judgement,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
ABBA,
The Kinks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ronan,
The Modern Lovers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sight & Sound,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Blossom Toes,
Banda Bassotti,
Maurizio,
Spandau Ballet,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ultimate Spinach,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.