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 Nauru and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 808 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 Television to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Con Funk Shun,
Lee Hazlewood,
Isaac Hayes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Moss Icon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Raincoats,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cecil Taylor,
Pagans,
U.S. Maple,
Bobby Byrd,
Harry Pussy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Crash Course in Science,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Quadrant,
Joy Division,
The Pop Group,
Glambeats Corp.,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dead Boys,
Crooked Eye,
Youth Brigade,
Sandy B,
Mission of Burma,
Massinfluence,
One Last Wish,
The Fuzztones,
Joensuu 1685,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
8 Eyed Spy,
Groovy Waters,
Supertramp,
Mary Jane Girls,
Liliput,
Ronan,
Royal Trux,
Suburban Knight,
The Modern Lovers,
Rotary Connection,
Ultimate Spinach,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Fall,
The Pretty Things,
Nico,
Michelle Simonal,
Rakim,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sugar Minott,
Radiohead,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Matthew Bourne,
Loose Ends,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Seeds,
Girls At Our Best!,
Second Layer,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.