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 Australia and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Music Machine to the punk 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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Albert Ayler,
Eve St. Jones,
Mission of Burma,
Charles Mingus,
Kayak,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
KRS-One,
Peter and Kerry,
Clear Light,
Max Romeo,
Arthur Verocai,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Swans,
Bobby Womack,
Animal Collective,
Visage,
Don Cherry,
Sun City Girls,
Cal Tjader,
Ossler,
The Divine Comedy,
Slave,
Model 500,
Donny Hathaway,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Groovy Waters,
Peter & Gordon,
Lightning Bolt,
Joy Division,
Leonard Cohen,
Tom Boy,
Boz Scaggs,
the Human League,
Severed Heads,
Rekid,
Main Source,
Junior Murvin,
Bootsy Collins,
Anthony Braxton,
Nick Fraelich,
The Searchers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jeff Lynne,
LL Cool J,
Dawn Penn,
Rhythm & Sound,
Average White Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Robert Hood,
Patti Smith,
John Foxx,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wolf Eyes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jacob Miller,
MDC,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Television,
Howard Jones,
Kerri Chandler,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.