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 Azerbaijan and from Edmonton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Fat Boys to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lindisfarne,
ABC,
Siglo XX,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Swans,
The Alarm Clocks,
B.T. Express,
Marmalade,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Q65,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Au Pairs,
Al Stewart,
Colin Newman,
The J.B.'s,
Joy Division,
Brothers Johnson,
Mars,
Bob Dylan,
Juan Atkins,
Wally Richardson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scratch Acid,
Frankie Knuckles,
World's Most,
Amon Düül II,
Lakeside,
Danielle Patucci,
Clear Light,
Wings,
Duran Duran,
a-ha,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
James White and The Blacks,
UT,
Ronan,
Neu!,
The Skatalites,
Donny Hathaway,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Monks,
Deakin,
The Gun Club,
Public Enemy,
Piero Umiliani,
David Axelrod,
The Misunderstood,
Mary Jane Girls,
Schoolly D,
Marshall Jefferson,
Goldenarms,
Faust,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Alice Coltrane,
Stockholm Monsters,
Matthew Halsall,
R.M.O.,
The Human League,
Eurythmics,
Can,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mr. Review,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.