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 Mozambique and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Michael McDonald 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 Audionom to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marc Almond,
Albert Ayler,
Freddie Wadling,
Popol Vuh,
The Leaves,
Sparks,
Pagans,
Scott Walker,
Lou Reed,
Tom Boy,
Byron Stingily,
Visage,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tears for Fears,
Matthew Halsall,
Von Mondo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tres Demented,
Reagan Youth,
Pierre Henry,
Aloha Tigers,
The Electric Prunes,
Main Source,
Donny Hathaway,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dennis Brown,
Cybotron,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bobby Sherman,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Martian,
Crime,
Thee Headcoats,
Amon Düül II,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Wake,
Sonny Sharrock,
Excepter,
Sarah Menescal,
the Normal,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fear,
Gregory Isaacs,
La Düsseldorf,
Reuben Wilson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Gladiators,
Scion,
Don Cherry,
JFA,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Slave,
Bang On A Can,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kurtis Blow,
The Moleskins,
Interpol,
Black Bananas,
World's Most,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.