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 Korea North and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Donald Byrd to the dance 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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Funky Four + One,
Mandrill,
The Pretty Things,
The Selecter,
Icehouse,
Jacob Miller,
Banda Bassotti,
H. Thieme,
The Golliwogs,
Rakim,
Agitation Free,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Deepchord,
Nico,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nick Fraelich,
The Wake,
Graham Central Station,
Tom Boy,
Jandek,
Camberwell Now,
PIL,
Blancmange,
Wire,
Fluxion,
Parry Music,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
cv313,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sex Pistols,
Kool Moe Dee,
Maleditus Sound,
The Remains,
Sam Rivers,
Darondo,
Leonard Cohen,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Barrington Levy,
AZ,
Niagra,
Roxy Music,
Joe Smooth,
The Moleskins,
Joensuu 1685,
Lungfish,
Roger Hodgson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Prince Buster,
Jimmy McGriff,
Easy Going,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dorothy Ashby,
Donny Hathaway,
Massinfluence,
Lightning Bolt,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sixth Finger,
the Normal,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.