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 Vanuatu and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Remains to the techno 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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joyce Sims,
Lou Christie,
Porter Ricks,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Sonics,
Lightning Bolt,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lungfish,
Brass Construction,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Matthew Bourne,
The Moody Blues,
The Dead C,
New Order,
Tim Buckley,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Idris Muhammad,
The Young Rascals,
Soul Sonic Force,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eden Ahbez,
Alice Coltrane,
Tomorrow,
Bronski Beat,
Adolescents,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dennis Brown,
the Germs,
Moss Icon,
Leonard Cohen,
Neu!,
The Doors,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Anthony Braxton,
Hasil Adkins,
MC5,
Terrestrial Tones,
Skaos,
The New Christs,
John Foxx,
Fat Boys,
ABC,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Star Department,
Public Enemy,
Neil Young,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Television,
Shoche,
Interpol,
The Golliwogs,
The Selecter,
Circle Jerks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Misunderstood,
Easy Going,
Glenn Branca,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.