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 Afghanistan and from Halifax.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 theremin 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 Mighty Diamonds to the techno 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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Lalann,
The Last Poets,
Jerry's Kids,
Todd Terry,
Hardrive,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tim Buckley,
the Association,
The Gories,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Dirtbombs,
Alison Limerick,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Moss Icon,
Altered Images,
Henry Cow,
Chris Corsano,
Audionom,
Magma,
Section 25,
Al Stewart,
the Human League,
Swans,
Cal Tjader,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Darondo,
Althea and Donna,
Ronnie Foster,
The Knickerbockers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Neu!,
The Residents,
Matthew Bourne,
Neil Young,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Soft Machine,
Flipper,
Slave,
Dual Sessions,
Joensuu 1685,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Half Japanese,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Laurel Aitken,
The Fuzztones,
Stiv Bators,
Gong,
Scratch Acid,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Faust,
Young Marble Giants,
Ornette Coleman,
Average White Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
EPMD,
John Holt,
The Doors,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Brick,
Ludus,
Bizarre Inc.,
Whodini,
The Motions,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.