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 Mozambique and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 mellotron 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 The Misunderstood to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Amon Düül II,
Bronski Beat,
The Selecter,
Bootsy Collins,
Niagra,
Skarface,
Black Sheep,
Jandek,
Amon Düül,
Pet Shop Boys,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Black Moon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ponytail,
Byron Stingily,
Darondo,
Second Layer,
Bizarre Inc.,
Icehouse,
The Black Dice,
Gichy Dan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Essential Logic,
Spoonie Gee,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Franke,
Faust,
Neu!,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Surgeon,
kango's stein massive,
Ken Boothe,
The Doors,
Television,
Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare,
Mad Mike,
Quando Quango,
Slave,
Das Ding,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Aural Exciters,
ABBA,
Gabor Szabo,
Peter & Gordon,
Todd Terry,
Derrick Morgan,
Flash Fearless,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mark Hollis,
Throbbing Gristle,
Angry Samoans,
Yellowson,
Robert Görl,
Trumans Water,
The Wake,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Gladiators,
The New Christs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ultimate Spinach,
Infiniti,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.