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 Ivory Coast and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Taipei.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Bad Manners to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Khruangbin,
Chris & Cosey,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
T.S.O.L.,
X-101,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pharoah Sanders,
DNA,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Evens,
Girls At Our Best!,
Trumans Water,
Kevin Saunderson,
Deepchord,
Pylon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Crash Course in Science,
Wire,
Rufus Thomas,
Silicon Teens,
The Red Krayola,
The Fuzztones,
The Move,
Second Layer,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Harmonia,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sight & Sound,
Soul II Soul,
Con Funk Shun,
Minnie Riperton,
Ronnie Foster,
June of 44,
Skaos,
Robert Görl,
Althea and Donna,
Stiv Bators,
Groovy Waters,
Eurythmics,
Grauzone,
Eric Dolphy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Country Teasers,
X-102,
Chrome,
Cymande,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Motions,
Electric Prunes,
CMW,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Oneida,
The Mummies,
The Happenings,
Swell Maps,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fluxion,
Spoonie Gee,
The Shadows of Knight,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.