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 Vietnam and from Manchester.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
The Doors,
Scion,
The Motions,
The Angels of Light,
Can,
Harmonia,
Radiopuhelimet,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Graham Central Station,
Malaria!,
Marcia Griffiths,
Brand Nubian,
Sixth Finger,
The Walker Brothers,
Ronan,
Loose Ends,
Livin' Joy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Clear Light,
Mantronix,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nirvana,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Amazonics,
The Skatalites,
Todd Rundgren,
Tommy Roe,
Mad Mike,
Anthony Braxton,
Organ,
Black Pus,
Das Ding,
Sandy B,
Sugar Minott,
X-102,
Inner City,
The Remains,
Shuggie Otis,
KRS-One,
Bootsy Collins,
Thee Headcoats,
Drexciya,
Main Source,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rufus Thomas,
Bob Dylan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
In Retrospect,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
World's Most,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Duran Duran,
Bill Wells,
K-Klass,
Roy Ayers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Easy Going,
The Associates,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pagans,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.