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 Czech Republic and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Animal Collective to the disco 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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor 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?
Stetsasonic,
Depeche Mode,
The Gories,
Technova,
The Buckinghams,
Unwound,
Anakelly,
Al Stewart,
Arab on Radar,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mandrill,
Bauhaus,
Minor Threat,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Roxy Music,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sister Nancy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scion,
Cecil Taylor,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lou Reed,
Lucky Dragons,
The Standells,
Grauzone,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Monks,
Pole,
Mission of Burma,
Mad Mike,
Slick Rick,
Ponytail,
The Pretty Things,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
K-Klass,
Black Bananas,
Loose Ends,
Marc Almond,
Symarip,
Blancmange,
Ronan,
Country Teasers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Livin' Joy,
Terrestrial Tones,
This Heat,
Sun City Girls,
Schoolly D,
Warsaw,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Red Krayola,
Eric Copeland,
Fat Boys,
Matthew Bourne,
AZ,
Jeff Mills,
Harmonia,
Kerrie Biddell,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.