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 Albania and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Stooges to the rock 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Organ,
Pulsallama,
The Associates,
Skaos,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pantaleimon,
Sun City Girls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Parry Music,
Crime,
The Count Five,
Monolake,
Von Mondo,
Sex Pistols,
Bobby Womack,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dark Day,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
John Foxx,
Moss Icon,
Man Parrish,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
EPMD,
Marshall Jefferson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tubeway Army,
Wire,
Aswad,
New Order,
Guru Guru,
Stiv Bators,
Marine Girls,
Con Funk Shun,
Nirvana,
Sun Ra,
Aaron Thompson,
Joensuu 1685,
Pylon,
Sister Nancy,
Young Marble Giants,
Ash Ra Tempel,
F. McDonald,
K-Klass,
Lou Reed,
Terrestrial Tones,
Drive Like Jehu,
ABC,
The Electric Prunes,
Kenny Larkin,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Yusef Lateef,
Tomorrow,
The Cramps,
June of 44,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Deakin,
Loose Ends,
Pussy Galore,
John Holt,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.