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 Ukraine and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 David Bowie 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 Eric Copeland to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Crash Course in Science,
Lalann,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Aloha Tigers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Section 25,
Little Man,
Marine Girls,
F. McDonald,
The Zeros,
X-101,
June of 44,
Danielle Patucci,
Bill Wells,
Vladislav Delay,
Groovy Waters,
Main Source,
Animal Collective,
Matthew Halsall,
Electric Prunes,
China Crisis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mandrill,
Don Cherry,
Mr. Review,
David McCallum,
Loose Ends,
Niagra,
Warren Ellis,
The Last Poets,
Ponytail,
Junior Murvin,
Lungfish,
Jerry's Kids,
Scan 7,
Ralphi Rosario,
Shuggie Otis,
Depeche Mode,
R.M.O.,
Masters at Work,
The United States of America,
The Associates,
Barry Ungar,
The Pretty Things,
Buzzcocks,
Bobby Womack,
Dave Gahan,
Ultravox,
Bang On A Can,
The Busters,
Deadbeat,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cluster,
Eve St. Jones,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ronan,
Popol Vuh,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Yusef Lateef,
The Gun Club,
Accadde A,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.