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 Gabon and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 The Velvet Underground to the punk 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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
ABBA,
The Wake,
Pole,
Lalann,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tommy Roe,
Model 500,
Qualms,
Eli Mardock,
Kevin Saunderson,
Outsiders,
the Association,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eric Dolphy,
Aural Exciters,
U.S. Maple,
Moss Icon,
Bang On A Can,
Ultimate Spinach,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Fall,
Godley & Creme,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ituana,
Rites of Spring,
Icehouse,
Skriet,
Mo-Dettes,
DJ Sneak,
Sonny Sharrock,
Glambeats Corp.,
Aloha Tigers,
The Angels of Light,
The Neon Judgement,
Masters at Work,
Sister Nancy,
Theoretical Girls,
Isaac Hayes,
Leonard Cohen,
Davy DMX,
The Sisters of Mercy,
James White and The Blacks,
Rotary Connection,
June of 44,
R.M.O.,
Hoover,
Lou Reed,
The Misunderstood,
Donny Hathaway,
Stiv Bators,
Wasted Youth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
CMW,
The Seeds,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Unrelated Segments,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Neil Young,
the Human League,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.