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 Uruguay and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 sitar 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 Golliwogs to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Bob Dylan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eli Mardock,
Quantec,
Wally Richardson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Toasters,
Albert Ayler,
Oblivians,
Delon & Dalcan,
Slave,
Camouflage,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Shuggie Otis,
Hot Snakes,
Aaron Thompson,
Cal Tjader,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Unwound,
China Crisis,
Audionom,
the Fania All-Stars,
Agitation Free,
Basic Channel,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Vainqueur,
The Music Machine,
Schoolly D,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mo-Dettes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Techniques,
Lebanon Hanover,
Television Personalities,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Litter,
Arcadia,
These Immortal Souls,
The Associates,
Franke,
Easy Going,
Kerri Chandler,
Ituana,
Saccharine Trust,
Sexual Harrassment,
Grauzone,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Section 25,
Rites of Spring,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ronnie Foster,
The Five Americans,
The Trojans,
The Human League,
Silicon Teens,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.