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 Chad and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Winnipeg.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Maleditus Sound to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Junior Murvin,
Eric B and Rakim,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Main Source,
Fat Boys,
Bush Tetras,
Ituana,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
EPMD,
Second Layer,
Dual Sessions,
Crooked Eye,
Marshall Jefferson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Laurel Aitken,
Mr. Review,
Letta Mbulu,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Siglo XX,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rotary Connection,
Motorama,
Cal Tjader,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Fania All-Stars,
Archie Shepp,
Colin Newman,
Animal Collective,
Terry Callier,
Soft Machine,
Rosa Yemen,
Jawbox,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kerri Chandler,
Hoover,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
John Holt,
A Flock of Seagulls,
A Certain Ratio,
Underground Resistance,
Nation of Ulysses,
Talk Talk,
Shuggie Otis,
Echospace,
The Human League,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Monolake,
L. Decosne,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Crash Course in Science,
Dark Day,
Wolf Eyes,
Robert Hood,
Bob Dylan,
Clear Light,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Todd Rundgren,
T.S.O.L.,
Black Flag,
Thee Headcoats,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.