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 Tuvalu and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 X-101 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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Zero Boys,
Essential Logic,
The Dave Clark Five,
Freddie Wadling,
Subhumans,
Man Eating Sloth,
Quando Quango,
Drexciya,
Simply Red,
The Monks,
Hardrive,
Roxy Music,
The Black Dice,
Chrome,
Scott Walker,
U.S. Maple,
Quadrant,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Soft Machine,
Ken Boothe,
Radiohead,
Junior Murvin,
Lee Hazlewood,
Popol Vuh,
Bluetip,
David Axelrod,
Tubeway Army,
Pere Ubu,
The Searchers,
Von Mondo,
Rapeman,
Warren Ellis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gerry Rafferty,
Shoche,
The Dirtbombs,
Black Flag,
Grauzone,
The Motions,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Moebius,
Minnie Riperton,
Kerri Chandler,
Inner City,
Warsaw,
The Cure,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
LL Cool J,
Television,
Suburban Knight,
Fear,
Kerrie Biddell,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Frankie Knuckles,
Wolf Eyes,
DJ Style,
Janne Schatter,
Camberwell Now,
Ludus,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rites of Spring,
Robert Wyatt,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the 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.