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 France and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar 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 Avey Tare to the techno 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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ronnie Foster,
Soulsonic Force,
Infiniti,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Fortunes,
The J.B.'s,
Television Personalities,
Sight & Sound,
Warren Ellis,
Mandrill,
Sällskapet,
Bauhaus,
Yellowson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Grey Daturas,
Radiopuhelimet,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Barrington Levy,
Pierre Henry,
Kurtis Blow,
The Slackers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
F. McDonald,
Tim Buckley,
Ultra Naté,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Associates,
Sexual Harrassment,
Symarip,
The Pretty Things,
Scrapy,
The Searchers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Tremeloes,
The Smiths,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Donald Byrd,
Funky Four + One,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Metal Thangz,
Angry Samoans,
Dead Boys,
UT,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Star Department,
Eddi Front,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Stockholm Monsters,
Royal Trux,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Delon & Dalcan,
Crooked Eye,
Terrestrial Tones,
Aswad,
Nirvana,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.