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 the UAE and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb 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 Fugazi to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jawbox,
Brothers Johnson,
The Dead C,
Slick Rick,
Oneida,
Ituana,
Toni Rubio,
Spandau Ballet,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eden Ahbez,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Soft Cell,
Lower 48,
CMW,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jandek,
Eric B and Rakim,
OOIOO,
Loose Ends,
Scientists,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Shuggie Otis,
Roxette,
Nils Olav,
The Blackbyrds,
Electric Prunes,
John Foxx,
Traffic Nightmare,
Silicon Teens,
Trumans Water,
Tommy Roe,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Throbbing Gristle,
Arab on Radar,
The Toasters,
The Cowsills,
MC5,
The Vogues,
The Star Department,
Rites of Spring,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bauhaus,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Wings,
The Angels of Light,
The Blues Magoos,
Kurtis Blow,
Idris Muhammad,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Amazonics,
Ornette Coleman,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dual Sessions,
Derrick Morgan,
Subhumans,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.