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 Uzbekistan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Cecil Taylor to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Jacob Miller,
the Swans,
The Victims,
Albert Ayler,
Public Enemy,
Tommy Roe,
The Sonics,
Glambeats Corp.,
Spoonie Gee,
The Golliwogs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rekid,
Black Bananas,
Echospace,
Rapeman,
Gabor Szabo,
Aswad,
Soft Cell,
The Motions,
Pere Ubu,
Shoche,
Howard Jones,
Bauhaus,
Leonard Cohen,
The Pretty Things,
Qualms,
Mad Mike,
Ornette Coleman,
Grauzone,
Section 25,
Lucky Dragons,
Maleditus Sound,
Davy DMX,
Liliput,
Black Moon,
Delta 5,
Scrapy,
Excepter,
Yellowson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Human League,
Kayak,
Soft Machine,
cv313,
Agent Orange,
Derrick May,
Bob Dylan,
Chris Corsano,
Althea and Donna,
Siglo XX,
Deakin,
Erasure,
Ludus,
Dave Gahan,
Mission of Burma,
Joyce Sims,
Dead Boys,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Outsiders,
The Monochrome Set,
Nas,
Don Cherry,
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.