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 Namibia and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Slits to the jazz 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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Idris Muhammad,
Accadde A,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pantaleimon,
Sex Pistols,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Monolake,
Bill Near,
Rotary Connection,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gregory Isaacs,
Soft Machine,
E-Dancer,
Yazoo,
kango's stein massive,
Moebius,
Technova,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Black Sheep,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Reuben Wilson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Amazonics,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Toasters,
Talk Talk,
Prince Buster,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Stetsasonic,
The Happenings,
Freddie Wadling,
Tom Boy,
H. Thieme,
Make Up,
The Monochrome Set,
Blossom Toes,
DNA,
Neu!,
The Detroit Cobras,
Harry Pussy,
Boredoms,
Echospace,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fluxion,
LL Cool J,
Flamin' Groovies,
PIL,
10cc,
Von Mondo,
The Invisible,
Glenn Branca,
Derrick May,
The Motions,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Negative Approach,
Barbara Tucker,
Rekid,
cv313,
The Gladiators,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.