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 Somalia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Matthew Halsall,
The Electric Prunes,
kango's stein massive,
The Cowsills,
Deakin,
Mr. Review,
the Swans,
K-Klass,
CMW,
Girls At Our Best!,
Toni Rubio,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Robert Hood,
The Smoke,
The Birthday Party,
Maleditus Sound,
In Retrospect,
Max Romeo,
Swans,
Rosa Yemen,
The Last Poets,
Robert Görl,
The Invisible,
Kool Moe Dee,
Motorama,
Eli Mardock,
Soul II Soul,
Ohio Players,
World's Most,
Ronan,
John Cale,
Jeff Mills,
Adolescents,
Niagra,
Delon & Dalcan,
Young Marble Giants,
James White and The Blacks,
Yusef Lateef,
Pantytec,
The Black Dice,
Slick Rick,
Gichy Dan,
Yellowson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Echospace,
Can,
Jacques Brel,
Jawbox,
Thee Headcoats,
Cymande,
Neu!,
R.M.O.,
Pharoah Sanders,
Morten Harket,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Blossom Toes,
Black Moon,
Scott Walker,
the Bar-Kays,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Peter & Gordon,
Scion,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.