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 Micronesia and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Radio Birdman,
Intrusion,
Barry Ungar,
Au Pairs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ultravox,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Fortunes,
The Divine Comedy,
Half Japanese,
Minny Pops,
Sound Behaviour,
Nico,
Eli Mardock,
Letta Mbulu,
Idris Muhammad,
Grauzone,
Dorothy Ashby,
Graham Central Station,
Isaac Hayes,
K-Klass,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Erasure,
Royal Trux,
cv313,
Stetsasonic,
Quadrant,
New Age Steppers,
Pere Ubu,
Maleditus Sound,
Tommy Roe,
Camouflage,
Wally Richardson,
The Gap Band,
Funky Four + One,
Ultimate Spinach,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Neu!,
The Detroit Cobras,
John Foxx,
The Kinks,
Marvin Gaye,
R.M.O.,
Severed Heads,
Cybotron,
Marcia Griffiths,
David Bowie,
Theoretical Girls,
Arthur Verocai,
Sun City Girls,
Deepchord,
KRS-One,
Cal Tjader,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Wolf Eyes,
Derrick May,
The Names,
Slave,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.