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 Saudi Arabia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the punk 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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible 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?
Tropical Tobacco,
Tim Buckley,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Deadbeat,
Section 25,
Peter & Gordon,
Minor Threat,
Davy DMX,
Minny Pops,
Scott Walker,
the Bar-Kays,
Cluster,
Outsiders,
Thompson Twins,
Nick Fraelich,
The Kinks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lalo Schifrin,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Aural Exciters,
Youth Brigade,
The Walker Brothers,
The Index,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Agent Orange,
Guru Guru,
Shoche,
Monolake,
the Slits,
Schoolly D,
Audionom,
The Standells,
Fluxion,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
John Foxx,
Hoover,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dual Sessions,
The Pretty Things,
Niagra,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cymande,
New Order,
Sonny Sharrock,
Deakin,
Q65,
Trumans Water,
These Immortal Souls,
A Certain Ratio,
The Happenings,
Scan 7,
Minutemen,
Talk Talk,
Tom Boy,
Alison Limerick,
Spoonie Gee,
Surgeon,
Anakelly,
Rapeman,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.