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 Hungary and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum 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 Reuben Wilson to the punk 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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Ultra Naté,
Minor Threat,
The Dave Clark Five,
Los Fastidios,
Eve St. Jones,
Flipper,
John Cale,
Crooked Eye,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Organ,
The Fugs,
Sixth Finger,
Jacques Brel,
Brass Construction,
The Dirtbombs,
Trumans Water,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Slick Rick,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Al Stewart,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
A Certain Ratio,
Scrapy,
Intrusion,
H. Thieme,
Joensuu 1685,
Hoover,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joey Negro,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Youth Brigade,
The New Christs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Whodini,
Japan,
Albert Ayler,
Arthur Verocai,
the Association,
Andrew Hill,
Ossler,
Peter and Kerry,
Roger Hodgson,
The Sonics,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Au Pairs,
Shuggie Otis,
Eric Dolphy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Beau Brummels,
Flash Fearless,
Ralphi Rosario,
Neil Young,
Alphaville,
Gabor Szabo,
Scratch Acid,
Panda Bear,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gang Starr,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.