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 China and from Portland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Bobby Sherman 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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Anthony Braxton,
The Gladiators,
Gang of Four,
CMW,
Pussy Galore,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scan 7,
Popol Vuh,
Can,
Faraquet,
The Gun Club,
Moebius,
Hoover,
The Stooges,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Minutemen,
LL Cool J,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Star Department,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Blancmange,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Chris Corsano,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
DJ Style,
Theoretical Girls,
Amon Düül,
Anakelly,
The Searchers,
Talk Talk,
Michelle Simonal,
Half Japanese,
The Move,
The Moody Blues,
Audionom,
Agitation Free,
Sister Nancy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Black Bananas,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Cowsills,
Stockholm Monsters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bush Tetras,
Jacques Brel,
The Count Five,
Kas Product,
The Birthday Party,
Panda Bear,
The American Breed,
Marine Girls,
the Human League,
Nils Olav,
Arthur Verocai,
Tres Demented,
The Skatalites,
JFA,
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.