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 Liechtenstein and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 clarinet 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 Popol Vuh to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Ralphi Rosario,
Donny Hathaway,
ABC,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Inner City,
Henry Cow,
The Last Poets,
Khruangbin,
John Holt,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Human League,
New Order,
Heaven 17,
48th St. Collective,
Terrestrial Tones,
Crispian St. Peters,
Freddie Wadling,
Pierre Henry,
Clear Light,
The Motions,
Archie Shepp,
Lou Christie,
Main Source,
Visage,
DJ Sneak,
Brick,
The Red Krayola,
The Busters,
Sugar Minott,
The Evens,
Hot Snakes,
Unrelated Segments,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nico,
Negative Approach,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Banda Bassotti,
Eve St. Jones,
World's Most,
The Golliwogs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wire,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Smiths,
the Slits,
Con Funk Shun,
Grauzone,
Urselle,
Erykah Badu,
Janne Schatter,
James White and The Blacks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Vainqueur,
Juan Atkins,
The Walker Brothers,
New Age Steppers,
Chrome,
cv313,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.