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 Bhutan and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Sex Pistols to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
The United States of America,
Erykah Badu,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Unrelated Segments,
The Residents,
Chris & Cosey,
James White and The Blacks,
Dead Boys,
Sister Nancy,
John Holt,
Jeff Mills,
The Slackers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joyce Sims,
The Gories,
Depeche Mode,
Average White Band,
Loose Ends,
Interpol,
Mars,
The Associates,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Brick,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eric Copeland,
Leonard Cohen,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fat Boys,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sexual Harrassment,
Newcleus,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Soul II Soul,
Amazonics,
Minny Pops,
cv313,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bad Manners,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Fortunes,
David Axelrod,
The Skatalites,
Derrick May,
Hasil Adkins,
Adolescents,
Radiohead,
The Motions,
Amon Düül,
the Human League,
Visage,
Niagra,
Joe Finger,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Hardrive,
New Age Steppers,
Shuggie Otis,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sound Behaviour,
Fad Gadget,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.