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 Swaziland and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator 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 The Electric Prunes to the punk 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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
the Human League,
Black Bananas,
Fela Kuti,
Ice-T,
Blancmange,
Ohio Players,
Mad Mike,
Erykah Badu,
Silicon Teens,
Circle Jerks,
Pagans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Negative Approach,
Brass Construction,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Move,
the Bar-Kays,
The Fuzztones,
Subhumans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Alice Coltrane,
Terry Callier,
Archie Shepp,
Funkadelic,
Television Personalities,
Traffic Nightmare,
Supertramp,
Sixth Finger,
Todd Terry,
Public Enemy,
Minor Threat,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Names,
Dawn Penn,
JFA,
Mary Jane Girls,
Underground Resistance,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Buckinghams,
Animal Collective,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wally Richardson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Zeros,
Amon Düül,
Second Layer,
OOIOO,
Pole,
The Index,
Monks,
FM Einheit,
Vainqueur,
Adolescents,
Neu!,
Barry Ungar,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sister Nancy,
The Martian,
Moebius,
Gang Gang Dance,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.