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 Philippines and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Mandrill to the grunge 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Malaria!,
Aloha Tigers,
Panda Bear,
Siglo XX,
The Residents,
The Cramps,
Gichy Dan,
Bang On A Can,
Ultravox,
Agitation Free,
Stockholm Monsters,
T.S.O.L.,
Nik Kershaw,
Henry Cow,
Johnny Osbourne,
Babytalk,
Sun City Girls,
Brass Construction,
Alphaville,
B.T. Express,
the Swans,
Deepchord,
Letta Mbulu,
Black Moon,
The Music Machine,
Tommy Roe,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Youth Brigade,
Quadrant,
MC5,
Ten City,
Deadbeat,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tears for Fears,
John Foxx,
The Modern Lovers,
Adolescents,
The Sonics,
Depeche Mode,
Radiopuhelimet,
Livin' Joy,
Cluster,
Cameo,
Newcleus,
Saccharine Trust,
These Immortal Souls,
Roxy Music,
ABC,
Gregory Isaacs,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Standells,
Chris & Cosey,
Tres Demented,
The Wake,
Warsaw,
Bill Wells,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scrapy,
Camberwell Now,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.