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 China and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 David Bowie 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 June of 44 to the jazz 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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
the Soft Cell,
Sonic Youth,
Wire,
Buzzcocks,
Liliput,
The Stooges,
The Modern Lovers,
Popol Vuh,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jeff Mills,
The Kinks,
The Gories,
Black Bananas,
Camouflage,
Tommy Roe,
Das Ding,
Sly & The Family Stone,
B.T. Express,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Black Pus,
U.S. Maple,
Charles Mingus,
Jacques Brel,
Brothers Johnson,
T.S.O.L.,
Gong,
Basic Channel,
MDC,
Procol Harum,
Wolf Eyes,
Motorama,
Heaven 17,
Harmonia,
Maurizio,
Dual Sessions,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Crash Course in Science,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tubeway Army,
Hardrive,
Mantronix,
Piero Umiliani,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Model 500,
K-Klass,
Rakim,
Blossom Toes,
Eddi Front,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Susan Cadogan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Quando Quango,
Rosa Yemen,
Little Man,
Oblivians,
Todd Rundgren,
Pantytec,
Marvin Gaye,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ralphi Rosario,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.