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 South Africa and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Todd Rundgren,
Jerry's Kids,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Names,
Yaz,
Boredoms,
Minny Pops,
Au Pairs,
Thompson Twins,
FM Einheit,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scratch Acid,
Erasure,
Ludus,
Crime,
Pantaleimon,
Stiv Bators,
June of 44,
Intrusion,
Minor Threat,
The Leaves,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ossler,
Joy Division,
Donald Byrd,
Black Moon,
T. Rex,
The Real Kids,
The Victims,
Hot Snakes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Saints,
Grandmaster Flash,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ituana,
The Stooges,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Pretty Things,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Moebius,
Jandek,
John Coltrane,
Lebanon Hanover,
Carl Craig,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Davy DMX,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Birthday Party,
Visage,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Zero Boys,
Fad Gadget,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Crash Course in Science,
Gang Starr,
Mission of Burma,
U.S. Maple,
Basic Channel,
The Red Krayola,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.