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 China and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Maleditus Sound to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Holt. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Bobby Sherman,
Groovy Waters,
Black Sheep,
Mad Mike,
Fugazi,
Lou Reed,
Barclay James Harvest,
Stockholm Monsters,
Howard Jones,
Jandek,
Nick Fraelich,
Joe Smooth,
Wally Richardson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Wings,
Dawn Penn,
Television Personalities,
The Zeros,
Bill Near,
Juan Atkins,
the Soft Cell,
Kool Moe Dee,
Hasil Adkins,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lakeside,
Dual Sessions,
Boogie Down Productions,
Janne Schatter,
Eric Dolphy,
Trumans Water,
Ohio Players,
Grauzone,
Marc Almond,
Schoolly D,
ABC,
Reuben Wilson,
Hashim,
Vainqueur,
T.S.O.L.,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lou Christie,
Arcadia,
Moby Grape,
the Germs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Circle Jerks,
Drexciya,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Stereo Dub,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jawbox,
Infiniti,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Real Kids,
Can,
The Young Rascals,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.