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 Senegal and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mumbai.
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 linndrum 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 Severed Heads to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Livin' Joy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Index,
Chris Corsano,
Dennis Brown,
The Gladiators,
Faust,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nas,
David McCallum,
X-102,
Black Bananas,
UT,
Cybotron,
Fela Kuti,
Bronski Beat,
F. McDonald,
Dual Sessions,
Crime,
Bad Manners,
Guru Guru,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Five Americans,
Derrick May,
Zero Boys,
D'Angelo,
Lungfish,
Rotary Connection,
The Count Five,
Massinfluence,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Goldenarms,
Sonic Youth,
Eden Ahbez,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scientists,
The Dead C,
Desert Stars,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Gories,
Minutemen,
Vladislav Delay,
Ponytail,
Freddie Wadling,
Magazine,
Young Marble Giants,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Boogie Down Productions,
Popol Vuh,
John Holt,
The Raincoats,
Henry Cow,
Lightning Bolt,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Delon & Dalcan,
Aswad,
Sugar Minott,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.