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 Singapore and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum 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 Smog to the grunge 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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Nils Olav,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bad Manners,
The Fall,
The Martian,
Oblivians,
Shoche,
Bootsy Collins,
Sandy B,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Music Machine,
JFA,
Los Fastidios,
Eve St. Jones,
Ronan,
Tubeway Army,
The Black Dice,
Outsiders,
The Blackbyrds,
Delta 5,
Gang Starr,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
FM Einheit,
The Smiths,
Eurythmics,
Soul II Soul,
These Immortal Souls,
X-Ray Spex,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Barrington Levy,
David Axelrod,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cheater Slicks,
L. Decosne,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Whodini,
The United States of America,
Amon Düül II,
Cymande,
Supertramp,
The Barracudas,
Isaac Hayes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
DNA,
Neu!,
Loose Ends,
Mission of Burma,
Harry Pussy,
The Smoke,
Nirvana,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Popol Vuh,
The Neon Judgement,
The Moleskins,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
EPMD,
Angry Samoans,
Tommy Roe,
Moebius,
Warren Ellis,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.