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 Israel and from Jakarta.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro 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 Lou Christie to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gories. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Cybotron,
Carl Craig,
Organ,
Lucky Dragons,
Reuben Wilson,
Loose Ends,
Morten Harket,
Skriet,
Y Pants,
the Bar-Kays,
Ituana,
Fifty Foot Hose,
James White and The Blacks,
John Lydon,
FM Einheit,
The Moleskins,
The Offenders,
Boredoms,
The Smiths,
Index,
Fatback Band,
Alphaville,
Bluetip,
The Walker Brothers,
The Beau Brummels,
Cymande,
Yazoo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bronski Beat,
Godley & Creme,
Stiv Bators,
The Standells,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Arcadia,
The Remains,
Lakeside,
Aswad,
The Slackers,
X-101,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gil Scott Heron,
H. Thieme,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Depeche Mode,
Kayak,
The Evens,
T.S.O.L.,
Graham Central Station,
Ken Boothe,
Public Enemy,
K-Klass,
Goldenarms,
Anakelly,
the Association,
B.T. Express,
Whodini,
Mr. Review,
The Black Dice,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.