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 Sudan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Fuzztones 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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Eric B and Rakim,
Little Man,
Qualms,
Bill Near,
The Saints,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Hardrive,
Organ,
Jandek,
Suicide,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Pop Group,
Blossom Toes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Anakelly,
Malaria!,
Nils Olav,
Symarip,
Accadde A,
Isaac Hayes,
Bobby Womack,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
La Düsseldorf,
Tim Buckley,
Schoolly D,
Steve Hackett,
the Germs,
Susan Cadogan,
The Gladiators,
Rekid,
Terry Callier,
Ronan,
Alphaville,
Deepchord,
The Gun Club,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Deakin,
Colin Newman,
Joe Finger,
The Doobie Brothers,
Vainqueur,
The Cramps,
Dave Gahan,
B.T. Express,
Chris & Cosey,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tom Boy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Minny Pops,
FM Einheit,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pere Ubu,
The Detroit Cobras,
Groovy Waters,
Simply Red,
Ituana,
Magazine,
D'Angelo,
Ornette Coleman,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.