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 Italy and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Deakin to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
The Walker Brothers,
The Fire Engines,
The Moleskins,
Eyeless In Gaza,
H. Thieme,
Fluxion,
The Associates,
Lightning Bolt,
Inner City,
Dead Boys,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Offenders,
Saccharine Trust,
Andrew Hill,
Drive Like Jehu,
Y Pants,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Black Dice,
John Coltrane,
The Dirtbombs,
Yaz,
Smog,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Minnie Riperton,
Cameo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Doobie Brothers,
Minny Pops,
New Order,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Crooked Eye,
Yellowson,
the Bar-Kays,
kango's stein massive,
Alice Coltrane,
Kas Product,
DNA,
Kenny Larkin,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Skriet,
Essential Logic,
Cymande,
The Busters,
48th St. Collective,
Tres Demented,
Anthony Braxton,
10cc,
Basic Channel,
Deadbeat,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Cowsills,
Janne Schatter,
The Mummies,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Magma,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.