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 Korea South and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Hong Kong.
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 arpeggiator 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 Tres Demented to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
D'Angelo,
Talk Talk,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
B.T. Express,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Seeds,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Country Teasers,
Ultra Naté,
Peter & Gordon,
Outsiders,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bobby Sherman,
Guru Guru,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Supertramp,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Television Personalities,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Todd Rundgren,
La Düsseldorf,
Iggy Pop,
Severed Heads,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Robert Hood,
The Doors,
Frankie Knuckles,
Vainqueur,
Grandmaster Flash,
In Retrospect,
Das Ding,
Black Pus,
Chris Corsano,
David Bowie,
T.S.O.L.,
Johnny Osbourne,
X-101,
Von Mondo,
Bob Dylan,
Yusef Lateef,
The American Breed,
The Offenders,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Goldenarms,
Eric Dolphy,
Bootsy Collins,
Grey Daturas,
FM Einheit,
The Toasters,
The Gap Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Big Daddy Kane,
Roger Hodgson,
Radiohead,
Swell Maps,
Jimmy McGriff,
Toni Rubio,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Loose Ends,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.