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 Peru and from Accra.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 oboe 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 Blackbyrds to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Max Romeo,
In Retrospect,
The Saints,
EPMD,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Duran Duran,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Spoonie Gee,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Danielle Patucci,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Kinks,
The Gap Band,
The Buckinghams,
Masters at Work,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cluster,
The Electric Prunes,
Lucky Dragons,
Echospace,
K-Klass,
Don Cherry,
Bush Tetras,
H. Thieme,
Lower 48,
Monks,
The Dead C,
Flash Fearless,
Bang On A Can,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gang Starr,
Tim Buckley,
a-ha,
Rakim,
The Doors,
Agitation Free,
Hardrive,
Ralphi Rosario,
Freddie Wadling,
The New Christs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Birthday Party,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
This Heat,
Donny Hathaway,
John Cale,
The Invisible,
The Trojans,
The Associates,
Outsiders,
Byron Stingily,
The Offenders,
Grauzone,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Slits,
Amon Düül,
Can,
Mr. Review,
Pere Ubu,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.