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 Korea North and from London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ten City to the jazz 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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Susan Cadogan,
The Names,
In Retrospect,
Thompson Twins,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
EPMD,
Pussy Galore,
Bob Dylan,
Pantaleimon,
Idris Muhammad,
The Fuzztones,
The Neon Judgement,
Sister Nancy,
A Certain Ratio,
The Grass Roots,
The Young Rascals,
Sonic Youth,
Delta 5,
Steve Hackett,
June of 44,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kaleidoscope,
Bill Wells,
Alison Limerick,
Average White Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Searchers,
Rosa Yemen,
Gregory Isaacs,
Deepchord,
This Heat,
Second Layer,
Delon & Dalcan,
Andrew Hill,
Kayak,
Brick,
Quantec,
The Mummies,
Eddi Front,
Technova,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Los Fastidios,
Neil Young,
Livin' Joy,
The Electric Prunes,
David Axelrod,
Gang Starr,
Don Cherry,
Marmalade,
The Blackbyrds,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Josef K,
Pierre Henry,
The Knickerbockers,
Sparks,
The Moleskins,
the Fania All-Stars,
Graham Central Station,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.