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 Honduras and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Maleditus Sound to the crunk 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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Desert Stars,
The Knickerbockers,
Anakelly,
Bush Tetras,
Lightning Bolt,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Grass Roots,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gil Scott Heron,
Archie Shepp,
Yusef Lateef,
The Count Five,
Nation of Ulysses,
MC5,
Quando Quango,
Pierre Henry,
Mandrill,
Heaven 17,
Drexciya,
Niagra,
The Fall,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Thompson Twins,
New Order,
Joe Finger,
Black Pus,
Model 500,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Black Moon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
LL Cool J,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cameo,
Outsiders,
The Standells,
Dawn Penn,
Procol Harum,
Dark Day,
John Coltrane,
The Misunderstood,
Sparks,
Kurtis Blow,
Eric Copeland,
Fear,
Suicide,
Little Man,
The Shadows of Knight,
Traffic Nightmare,
EPMD,
Lindisfarne,
Iggy Pop,
Kayak,
Roger Hodgson,
The Seeds,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lungfish,
Nick Fraelich,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.