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 Dominica and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Neil Young to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick 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 disco 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Monolake,
The Fall,
Fad Gadget,
Bronski Beat,
Nils Olav,
Radiohead,
Davy DMX,
Lalo Schifrin,
Black Pus,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bauhaus,
Anakelly,
The Vogues,
Gang Starr,
Pussy Galore,
MC5,
Kayak,
Pole,
Infiniti,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Swell Maps,
Soulsonic Force,
Q65,
Camberwell Now,
The Monks,
JFA,
The Busters,
Big Daddy Kane,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Minor Threat,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Blackbyrds,
Motorama,
Audionom,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marmalade,
Bill Near,
Judy Mowatt,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eddi Front,
Tommy Roe,
Model 500,
Average White Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Trumans Water,
The American Breed,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Urselle,
Rites of Spring,
Sun City Girls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Fania All-Stars,
Traffic Nightmare,
Faraquet,
Brick,
Rotary Connection,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jandek,
Depeche Mode,
Little Man,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.