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 Algeria and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Minny Pops to the electroclash 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sarah Menescal,
Pulsallama,
Quantec,
Lungfish,
the Sonics,
Gang of Four,
Surgeon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Icehouse,
The Happenings,
The Techniques,
Flamin' Groovies,
Al Stewart,
Dead Boys,
Skaos,
Japan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sixth Finger,
Soul II Soul,
kango's stein massive,
The Blues Magoos,
the Soft Cell,
Patti Smith,
Stiv Bators,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Fania All-Stars,
Kas Product,
Faust,
Dennis Brown,
The Residents,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Loose Ends,
Robert Wyatt,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mantronix,
Neu!,
Toni Rubio,
Derrick Morgan,
These Immortal Souls,
10cc,
the Slits,
Sun Ra,
Shoche,
Hashim,
Black Bananas,
The Trojans,
Connie Case,
Lower 48,
Cybotron,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Youth Brigade,
MC5,
The Raincoats,
D'Angelo,
Television,
Reagan Youth,
The Black Dice,
Quando Quango,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.