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 Tonga and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Robert Hood to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Sneak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Vladislav Delay,
Public Enemy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Parry Music,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Doors,
These Immortal Souls,
Gang of Four,
Siglo XX,
New York Dolls,
Letta Mbulu,
Donny Hathaway,
Zapp,
Metal Thangz,
The Happenings,
Buzzcocks,
Freddie Wadling,
Oblivians,
Maurizio,
Amazonics,
Mo-Dettes,
New Age Steppers,
Magma,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ituana,
Howard Jones,
Sly & The Family Stone,
cv313,
Con Funk Shun,
Tropical Tobacco,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lalann,
Mary Jane Girls,
Chris & Cosey,
The Human League,
Roy Ayers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Boogie Down Productions,
Surgeon,
Todd Rundgren,
The Alarm Clocks,
Excepter,
the Germs,
Panda Bear,
Porter Ricks,
Country Teasers,
Japan,
Sam Rivers,
The Move,
Morten Harket,
Gang Green,
Royal Trux,
Animal Collective,
Bill Wells,
Heaven 17,
Cal Tjader,
Tubeway Army,
The Dave Clark Five,
Circle Jerks,
H. Thieme,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.