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 Seychelles and from Edmonton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 oboe 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the techno 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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Visage,
The Gun Club,
Jandek,
The Remains,
Pet Shop Boys,
Agent Orange,
Boogie Down Productions,
Soft Cell,
Terrestrial Tones,
Oblivians,
Robert Görl,
Make Up,
DJ Sneak,
Bluetip,
Siglo XX,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cheater Slicks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marvin Gaye,
Blancmange,
FM Einheit,
The Doors,
The Fall,
Mission of Burma,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Leonard Cohen,
Desert Stars,
Quantec,
Peter & Gordon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Letta Mbulu,
10cc,
Harry Pussy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Aloha Tigers,
The Cowsills,
The Gap Band,
Skarface,
Massinfluence,
K-Klass,
The Selecter,
Boz Scaggs,
Eli Mardock,
Lou Christie,
Young Marble Giants,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fela Kuti,
Kerri Chandler,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Warren Ellis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bill Near,
Loose Ends,
Eurythmics,
Mo-Dettes,
Monks,
Lower 48,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.