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 Peru and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Crash Course in Science to the techno 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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Bill Wells,
Ohio Players,
Unrelated Segments,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Faraquet,
Soft Cell,
Lakeside,
Pantaleimon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fela Kuti,
Procol Harum,
Rod Modell,
Crooked Eye,
Nick Fraelich,
Crash Course in Science,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kas Product,
The Shadows of Knight,
Godley & Creme,
The Cure,
Jacques Brel,
Bad Manners,
Mo-Dettes,
Peter and Kerry,
Pharoah Sanders,
Blancmange,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Matthew Bourne,
Smog,
Warren Ellis,
Yazoo,
Fugazi,
The Victims,
Neil Young,
D'Angelo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Charles Mingus,
Royal Trux,
Von Mondo,
Pole,
Goldenarms,
The Real Kids,
Subhumans,
Suicide,
Joensuu 1685,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jesper Dahlback,
Television,
Brick,
The Zeros,
Cecil Taylor,
Harpers Bizarre,
Alice Coltrane,
The Sonics,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Porter Ricks,
Hoover,
Sällskapet,
Fad Gadget,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.