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 Cape Verde and from Jakarta.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tehran.
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 La Düsseldorf to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Soul II Soul,
Crooked Eye,
Shoche,
Barrington Levy,
Parry Music,
The Five Americans,
Letta Mbulu,
KRS-One,
Swans,
The Standells,
The Monochrome Set,
Bobby Womack,
Rosa Yemen,
The Beau Brummels,
The Shadows of Knight,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bootsy Collins,
FM Einheit,
The United States of America,
Stereo Dub,
Loose Ends,
The Raincoats,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Das Ding,
a-ha,
Juan Atkins,
Funky Four + One,
Panda Bear,
Erasure,
Deakin,
Ultravox,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Q65,
The Busters,
Agent Orange,
Michelle Simonal,
The Monks,
Minutemen,
Eli Mardock,
Ralphi Rosario,
Echospace,
Gil Scott Heron,
Technova,
Bush Tetras,
Little Man,
Franke,
Pole,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Blues Magoos,
MDC,
Brick,
Wings,
Derrick May,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kas Product,
Rotary Connection,
New Age Steppers,
X-102,
Byron Stingily,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.