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 Vietnam and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 the Sonics to the disco 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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
The Fall,
June Days,
Slick Rick,
Newcleus,
Desert Stars,
Scott Walker,
Popol Vuh,
Minutemen,
Moss Icon,
Sam Rivers,
PIL,
Avey Tare,
The Victims,
Arcadia,
The Knickerbockers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jeff Lynne,
Little Man,
Fat Boys,
Ohio Players,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Letta Mbulu,
Suburban Knight,
The Vogues,
The Smiths,
Joensuu 1685,
CMW,
Eddi Front,
Black Flag,
Sound Behaviour,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Symarip,
Model 500,
Qualms,
The Mummies,
Albert Ayler,
Graham Central Station,
Ronan,
Erasure,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gregory Isaacs,
Roxette,
Magma,
Tears for Fears,
Deakin,
the Swans,
Whodini,
Average White Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
ABC,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Moleskins,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Masters at Work,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lakeside,
Boz Scaggs,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.