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 Australia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer 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 John Coltrane to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Velvet Underground,
The Victims,
The Count Five,
Alphaville,
Hardrive,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Isaac Hayes,
Zapp,
The Index,
MC5,
Essential Logic,
La Düsseldorf,
John Coltrane,
Aural Exciters,
Mantronix,
Barbara Tucker,
The Young Rascals,
The Misunderstood,
Liliput,
Deakin,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jandek,
Darondo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joey Negro,
Nik Kershaw,
LL Cool J,
Robert Wyatt,
The Residents,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Monks,
Shoche,
Main Source,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Man Parrish,
Sixth Finger,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Fuzztones,
Harry Pussy,
Scratch Acid,
Peter and Kerry,
The Monochrome Set,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pole,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Associates,
Suburban Knight,
Morten Harket,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Duran Duran,
The Real Kids,
World's Most,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
KRS-One,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sandy B,
MDC,
Grey Daturas,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.