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 Moldova and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 The Detroit Cobras to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
One Last Wish,
Ponytail,
The Skatalites,
Clear Light,
Bobby Sherman,
Metal Thangz,
Jeru the Damaja,
ABBA,
Thompson Twins,
Yazoo,
The Mojo Men,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lakeside,
Patti Smith,
Lalo Schifrin,
FM Einheit,
Anthony Braxton,
Duran Duran,
Scion,
Jandek,
Matthew Halsall,
Infiniti,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Alphaville,
The Trojans,
Gabor Szabo,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Black Dice,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fatback Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cecil Taylor,
Tommy Roe,
Aloha Tigers,
The Fugs,
The New Christs,
Sex Pistols,
Susan Cadogan,
Underground Resistance,
Bad Manners,
Swell Maps,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Zeros,
Delta 5,
Popol Vuh,
Gong,
The Misunderstood,
The Blackbyrds,
The Smoke,
Spoonie Gee,
MDC,
Altered Images,
Cal Tjader,
The Techniques,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Monochrome Set,
Royal Trux,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Count Five,
The Victims,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.