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 Germany and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Reagan Youth to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Monks,
D'Angelo,
Funky Four + One,
Minnie Riperton,
OOIOO,
Sixth Finger,
Bluetip,
The Golliwogs,
Shuggie Otis,
Grauzone,
Isaac Hayes,
Tres Demented,
Roy Ayers,
Public Enemy,
The Sonics,
Von Mondo,
Blake Baxter,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ultravox,
Rekid,
Reuben Wilson,
Heaven 17,
Oneida,
Lower 48,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Germs,
Marmalade,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Deadbeat,
Spoonie Gee,
Don Cherry,
Livin' Joy,
Pet Shop Boys,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Vainqueur,
Skarface,
Rotary Connection,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dennis Brown,
Gang of Four,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Young Marble Giants,
Mo-Dettes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Q65,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Vogues,
Massinfluence,
The Stooges,
Moby Grape,
Jerry's Kids,
Michelle Simonal,
Bobby Byrd,
Alice Coltrane,
Royal Trux,
Sällskapet,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.