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 Benin and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 clarinet 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 Gang Gang Dance to the techno 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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Copeland record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Cecil Taylor,
Adolescents,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marine Girls,
Bush Tetras,
Eden Ahbez,
The Cramps,
The Buckinghams,
Skaos,
Chrome,
The Motions,
The Searchers,
Masters at Work,
The Grass Roots,
Patti Smith,
Neil Young,
Panda Bear,
Joy Division,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Wings,
Pagans,
Frankie Knuckles,
Charles Mingus,
Pantaleimon,
Guru Guru,
Graham Central Station,
Trumans Water,
Soft Machine,
Silicon Teens,
Porter Ricks,
X-Ray Spex,
Pole,
Wolf Eyes,
Oblivians,
EPMD,
Gabor Szabo,
The Saints,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
New Age Steppers,
Bobby Womack,
Shoche,
David McCallum,
Monks,
The Walker Brothers,
Man Parrish,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marc Almond,
Deadbeat,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Fuzztones,
Young Marble Giants,
Roger Hodgson,
Ornette Coleman,
Girls At Our Best!,
Swans,
Lalann,
Tomorrow,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Smoke,
Whodini,
Newcleus,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.