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 Liechtenstein and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Suicide,
OOIOO,
Quadrant,
The Fall,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Sandy B,
The Vogues,
The Five Americans,
Icehouse,
Dead Boys,
Man Parrish,
Black Bananas,
Marc Almond,
Soft Machine,
AZ,
The Velvet Underground,
Vainqueur,
Bobby Womack,
Underground Resistance,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dual Sessions,
Pantytec,
June of 44,
The Flesh Eaters,
Make Up,
Panda Bear,
Unwound,
Marmalade,
Funky Four + One,
UT,
Reagan Youth,
kango's stein massive,
Erasure,
Ornette Coleman,
Sam Rivers,
The Young Rascals,
The Doors,
The Motions,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joey Negro,
CMW,
Blossom Toes,
The Blackbyrds,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
X-102,
Gang of Four,
Yusef Lateef,
Joe Smooth,
Johnny Osbourne,
Alison Limerick,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Grauzone,
Althea and Donna,
Judy Mowatt,
Soft Cell,
Ten City,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dawn Penn,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.