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 Tuvalu and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Woodstock.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Cheater Slicks to the techno 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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
kango's stein massive,
Brand Nubian,
H. Thieme,
Roger Hodgson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joe Smooth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Toni Rubio,
Scrapy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eric B and Rakim,
Swans,
Ultra Naté,
The Motions,
Godley & Creme,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pierre Henry,
Bobby Sherman,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Zapp,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pantytec,
Arcadia,
Bobbi Humphrey,
AZ,
Nils Olav,
Stereo Dub,
The Index,
David Bowie,
Soul Sonic Force,
Crime,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Newcleus,
Iggy Pop,
MC5,
Deakin,
Electric Prunes,
Liliput,
Eddi Front,
The Vogues,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pet Shop Boys,
Half Japanese,
the Fania All-Stars,
Grauzone,
Reagan Youth,
KRS-One,
Second Layer,
8 Eyed Spy,
PIL,
Pagans,
Freddie Wadling,
Terrestrial Tones,
James White and The Blacks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Simply Red,
FM Einheit,
Boz Scaggs,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.