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 Estonia and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 chamberlin 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 Porter Ricks to the jazz 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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
AZ,
Pussy Galore,
Jawbox,
Camouflage,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Blancmange,
Scrapy,
Freddie Wadling,
Icehouse,
Sugar Minott,
Swell Maps,
The American Breed,
James White and The Blacks,
Section 25,
Metal Thangz,
Schoolly D,
Magma,
Moebius,
Monolake,
The Pretty Things,
Bill Near,
Brick,
The Remains,
Livin' Joy,
The Birthday Party,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
X-102,
Piero Umiliani,
Hot Snakes,
Ossler,
Scion,
Bill Wells,
Pere Ubu,
T. Rex,
PIL,
Minor Threat,
Sam Rivers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Echospace,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Crash Course in Science,
Bobby Womack,
The Moody Blues,
Jerry's Kids,
Amazonics,
Oneida,
Severed Heads,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Black Dice,
Ronnie Foster,
Joe Smooth,
Fela Kuti,
Brand Nubian,
Mark Hollis,
Fat Boys,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Johnny Clarke,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dead Boys,
Aaron Thompson,
Dennis Brown,
Rakim,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.