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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Copenhagen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Faust to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Japan,
Yaz,
Organ,
Howard Jones,
Altered Images,
Jawbox,
Mandrill,
Angry Samoans,
FM Einheit,
H. Thieme,
Ohio Players,
Barry Ungar,
Buzzcocks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ultravox,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kurtis Blow,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Neu!,
David Axelrod,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rapeman,
Black Sheep,
Lou Christie,
Jerry's Kids,
Parry Music,
L. Decosne,
Mary Jane Girls,
The American Breed,
Hoover,
The Mojo Men,
The Raincoats,
Ossler,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cheater Slicks,
Jeff Lynne,
This Heat,
Drexciya,
Althea and Donna,
the Normal,
The Moody Blues,
Shuggie Otis,
The Evens,
The Dave Clark Five,
Grey Daturas,
Robert Görl,
ABBA,
The Kinks,
Quando Quango,
The Gun Club,
Clear Light,
Dorothy Ashby,
Roy Ayers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Panda Bear,
Jimmy McGriff,
Crime,
Rites of Spring,
Siglo XX,
Boz Scaggs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Sonics,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.