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 Iceland and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Alton Ellis to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
The Offenders,
Scan 7,
Gastr Del Sol,
Swans,
Shuggie Otis,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Aural Exciters,
CMW,
Joyce Sims,
The Toasters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Stereo Dub,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tommy Roe,
Ultra Naté,
Josef K,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Leonard Cohen,
Franke,
Amon Düül II,
The Black Dice,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Barracudas,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Index,
The Seeds,
Buzzcocks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lyres,
Fad Gadget,
Isaac Hayes,
The Searchers,
the Germs,
Suicide,
Ralphi Rosario,
Robert Görl,
Patti Smith,
Henry Cow,
Harry Pussy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pagans,
Arthur Verocai,
The Victims,
Hasil Adkins,
Porter Ricks,
The American Breed,
James White and The Blacks,
Andrew Hill,
Ossler,
Marvin Gaye,
Scientists,
Rufus Thomas,
John Holt,
Inner City,
Los Fastidios,
Yaz,
The Names,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Warren Ellis,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.