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 Iceland and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Joensuu 1685 to the funk 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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
John Coltrane,
Sonny Sharrock,
Minor Threat,
Icehouse,
The Fortunes,
X-Ray Spex,
The Pop Group,
Donny Hathaway,
Swell Maps,
10cc,
Eurythmics,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kerri Chandler,
EPMD,
Jawbox,
Mad Mike,
Basic Channel,
Grauzone,
Jeru the Damaja,
Harmonia,
a-ha,
Angry Samoans,
New York Dolls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Hoover,
Anakelly,
Traffic Nightmare,
Whodini,
Can,
Marine Girls,
Joy Division,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Slave,
Electric Prunes,
The Move,
Deepchord,
Jacob Miller,
Matthew Bourne,
Porter Ricks,
Desert Stars,
Mark Hollis,
Graham Central Station,
Country Teasers,
Ultra Naté,
R.M.O.,
The Index,
Soft Cell,
Arthur Verocai,
Charles Mingus,
Jandek,
Marcia Griffiths,
Shoche,
Ossler,
Faust,
Panda Bear,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sällskapet,
The Happenings,
Derrick Morgan,
The Raincoats,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.