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 Taiwan and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Cymande to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
The Gladiators,
Severed Heads,
Kayak,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Hasil Adkins,
Main Source,
Sandy B,
Aswad,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Germs,
Flash Fearless,
Yazoo,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Cure,
Graham Central Station,
Grauzone,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Stereo Dub,
Connie Case,
LL Cool J,
Soft Machine,
Thompson Twins,
The Birthday Party,
Camberwell Now,
La Düsseldorf,
Aural Exciters,
Japan,
Flipper,
Negative Approach,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
10cc,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bronski Beat,
The Divine Comedy,
The Gun Club,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Deepchord,
The Index,
Rapeman,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jandek,
The Black Dice,
Derrick Morgan,
Cymande,
Davy DMX,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marc Almond,
The Evens,
Camouflage,
The Real Kids,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Throbbing Gristle,
Basic Channel,
Bauhaus,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Altered Images,
Deadbeat,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.