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 Congo and from Mumbai.
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 Mumbai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Black Dice to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
The Fuzztones,
Porter Ricks,
Lou Reed,
Danielle Patucci,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Buzzcocks,
Sex Pistols,
Metal Thangz,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
T.S.O.L.,
the Bar-Kays,
Los Fastidios,
Quando Quango,
Easy Going,
Rotary Connection,
The Beau Brummels,
Faust,
Bush Tetras,
Clear Light,
Cymande,
The Walker Brothers,
Skriet,
JFA,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Althea and Donna,
The Cowsills,
Scan 7,
Moebius,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mission of Burma,
Oneida,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Smoke,
Blossom Toes,
Nico,
Patti Smith,
Terry Callier,
The Saints,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Goldenarms,
Radiohead,
Sixth Finger,
Soft Cell,
Deadbeat,
Wolf Eyes,
Blake Baxter,
Technova,
Inner City,
a-ha,
kango's stein massive,
Theoretical Girls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ronan,
48th St. Collective,
Quantec,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sight & Sound,
Camberwell Now,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cecil Taylor,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.