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 Sudan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin 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 Knickerbockers to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Jacques Brel,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Barrington Levy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sugar Minott,
Con Funk Shun,
The Fire Engines,
Stetsasonic,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Albert Ayler,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Suburban Knight,
K-Klass,
Arcadia,
Erasure,
Mr. Review,
Ken Boothe,
Chris Corsano,
X-102,
Motorama,
The Blackbyrds,
The Martian,
Buzzcocks,
Television,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sex Pistols,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pulsallama,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Juan Atkins,
The Music Machine,
8 Eyed Spy,
Outsiders,
Masters at Work,
The Red Krayola,
Flipper,
Crooked Eye,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Gladiators,
The Young Rascals,
Infiniti,
Harmonia,
The Real Kids,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Slick Rick,
The Fuzztones,
Al Stewart,
Ornette Coleman,
The Searchers,
Animal Collective,
Eli Mardock,
Mission of Burma,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ultra Naté,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bobby Womack,
Bootsy Collins,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.