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 Syria and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Kinks to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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 Cure,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lee Hazlewood,
Robert Görl,
Suicide,
Leonard Cohen,
Amon Düül II,
Lindisfarne,
Shoche,
Make Up,
Saccharine Trust,
Rakim,
Glambeats Corp.,
New York Dolls,
Theoretical Girls,
Hot Snakes,
Funky Four + One,
The Vogues,
Lou Christie,
Suburban Knight,
T.S.O.L.,
Matthew Halsall,
June of 44,
AZ,
Patti Smith,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jesper Dahlback,
Japan,
Lalann,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tim Buckley,
The Stooges,
The Cramps,
Wolf Eyes,
Tommy Roe,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cecil Taylor,
Massinfluence,
Grauzone,
Newcleus,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Robert Hood,
Q and Not U,
Motorama,
Yaz,
DJ Style,
Grey Daturas,
Faraquet,
The Selecter,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Slits,
Brass Construction,
Sam Rivers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Al Stewart,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.