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 Laos and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ 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 Cymande to the dance 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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Magma,
Sonic Youth,
The Angels of Light,
Scrapy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
UT,
Essential Logic,
Barry Ungar,
Stiv Bators,
Hot Snakes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Motorama,
Siglo XX,
Suicide,
Ken Boothe,
Model 500,
The Cosmic Jokers,
X-Ray Spex,
New Order,
The Leaves,
Quadrant,
Jeff Lynne,
Grey Daturas,
Soft Machine,
X-102,
Joe Smooth,
Black Pus,
Index,
a-ha,
Accadde A,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Music Machine,
Lalann,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Joy Division,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dual Sessions,
Matthew Halsall,
Crash Course in Science,
Colin Newman,
Lakeside,
Quando Quango,
Todd Terry,
Mr. Review,
Adolescents,
Darondo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cheater Slicks,
Lungfish,
Peter and Kerry,
Crispian St. Peters,
F. McDonald,
Cybotron,
D'Angelo,
Laurel Aitken,
Scott Walker,
Ralphi Rosario,
Erasure,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Los Fastidios,
Derrick May,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.