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 India and from Stockholm.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Skarface to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Black Sheep,
Jeff Lynne,
Warren Ellis,
Wings,
the Sonics,
The Detroit Cobras,
ABC,
Stetsasonic,
Fluxion,
Joy Division,
Nick Fraelich,
Thee Headcoats,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pole,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Thompson Twins,
Sällskapet,
Cymande,
John Coltrane,
Toni Rubio,
Skaos,
Gil Scott Heron,
Second Layer,
Aaron Thompson,
the Association,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Sound,
Barbara Tucker,
Lightning Bolt,
Q and Not U,
The Sonics,
Easy Going,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Peter and Kerry,
DNA,
The Misunderstood,
Black Bananas,
Scratch Acid,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pet Shop Boys,
Alice Coltrane,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Television,
Groovy Waters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Visage,
Roger Hodgson,
Dawn Penn,
The Smoke,
The Leaves,
Angry Samoans,
Mr. Review,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
KRS-One,
Amon Düül II,
The Toasters,
June Days,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.