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 Greece and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar 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 Radiopuhelimet to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Black Bananas,
Junior Murvin,
Jeff Lynne,
Pussy Galore,
The Pretty Things,
Nico,
The Moody Blues,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Searchers,
T. Rex,
Andrew Hill,
Drexciya,
Alice Coltrane,
Grauzone,
kango's stein massive,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Amon Düül II,
The Fuzztones,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rod Modell,
Television Personalities,
Archie Shepp,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jeff Mills,
Black Moon,
Danielle Patucci,
Clear Light,
Rapeman,
The Skatalites,
Leonard Cohen,
Barbara Tucker,
The Move,
Bootsy Collins,
The Mummies,
Crooked Eye,
Ronnie Foster,
Second Layer,
A Certain Ratio,
Iggy Pop,
Tres Demented,
Ornette Coleman,
Aural Exciters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rekid,
Donny Hathaway,
The Birthday Party,
Tubeway Army,
Rosa Yemen,
Oneida,
Amazonics,
La Düsseldorf,
The Raincoats,
Tommy Roe,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.