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 Albania and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Donald Fagen 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 Ronnie Foster to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
The Motions,
Hashim,
The Cramps,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
New Order,
The Standells,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wolf Eyes,
Bob Dylan,
L. Decosne,
Trumans Water,
Mantronix,
Grauzone,
The Five Americans,
Roxy Music,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Prince Buster,
Jacques Brel,
The Barracudas,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Aswad,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lalo Schifrin,
Minny Pops,
The Moleskins,
10cc,
Fat Boys,
The Fall,
ABBA,
The Tremeloes,
Banda Bassotti,
Morten Harket,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Count Five,
The Happenings,
Camouflage,
Lungfish,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gong,
Little Man,
Minutemen,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sound Behaviour,
The Searchers,
T. Rex,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Urselle,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Hasil Adkins,
Kevin Saunderson,
Funkadelic,
Reagan Youth,
ABC,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pylon,
Brand Nubian,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.