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 Andorra and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Donald Fagen 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Japan,
Angry Samoans,
Laurel Aitken,
The Blackbyrds,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Stereo Dub,
Flash Fearless,
Minutemen,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Peter and Kerry,
John Cale,
Eddi Front,
Ken Boothe,
Gregory Isaacs,
Brick,
John Holt,
Marc Almond,
L. Decosne,
Dark Day,
The Kinks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Amon Düül,
Lalann,
Yellowson,
Liliput,
Lightning Bolt,
Tim Buckley,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Shadows of Knight,
James White and The Blacks,
Cymande,
Rhythm & Sound,
LL Cool J,
World's Most,
Saccharine Trust,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Howard Jones,
Albert Ayler,
Amazonics,
Von Mondo,
Ultravox,
the Germs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Donny Hathaway,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Raincoats,
Supertramp,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pylon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Doors,
Adolescents,
Donald Byrd,
Jandek,
Index,
Harry Pussy,
The Slits,
Monolake,
Chris & Cosey,
Patti Smith,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.