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 Congo and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 snare 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 Quadrant to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pylon,
Sparks,
Minor Threat,
The Happenings,
Loose Ends,
Ken Boothe,
Essential Logic,
Thee Headcoats,
F. McDonald,
Freddie Wadling,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sällskapet,
Dorothy Ashby,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Moody Blues,
Lalann,
Clear Light,
Wally Richardson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Moby Grape,
Pantaleimon,
Avey Tare,
Amon Düül II,
Erasure,
The Toasters,
The Cure,
The Doobie Brothers,
DJ Sneak,
The Five Americans,
The Modern Lovers,
Jandek,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Excepter,
Dead Boys,
Boogie Down Productions,
Judy Mowatt,
Matthew Bourne,
Bill Near,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Youth Brigade,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bill Wells,
Sixth Finger,
Roxette,
Symarip,
Donald Byrd,
World's Most,
Anthony Braxton,
Roxy Music,
Juan Atkins,
Cybotron,
Mission of Burma,
Tommy Roe,
The Neon Judgement,
Rapeman,
Ultravox,
Circle Jerks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.