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 Niger and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba 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 Lou Reed & Metallica 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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
H. Thieme,
Bluetip,
Anthony Braxton,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
John Foxx,
Groovy Waters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Heaven 17,
Graham Central Station,
Khruangbin,
Section 25,
Black Sheep,
Subhumans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Peter and Kerry,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Residents,
Cluster,
Al Stewart,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ice-T,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marmalade,
David Bowie,
Robert Görl,
Quando Quango,
La Düsseldorf,
The Real Kids,
Lower 48,
Joey Negro,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Public Enemy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Average White Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Popol Vuh,
Rotary Connection,
The Dead C,
Bobby Womack,
Moby Grape,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marine Girls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Audionom,
Youth Brigade,
a-ha,
Blossom Toes,
Erasure,
FM Einheit,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mandrill,
John Holt,
Pulsallama,
Sam Rivers,
Fugazi,
Flamin' Groovies,
Royal Trux,
Girls At Our Best!,
Newcleus,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.