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 Bulgaria and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Donald Fagen 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 Echospace to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Visage,
Neu!,
Archie Shepp,
Funkadelic,
Fad Gadget,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Prince Buster,
Terry Callier,
Joey Negro,
Erasure,
Jerry's Kids,
Skaos,
Gabor Szabo,
The Gladiators,
The Stooges,
Shoche,
Yellowson,
Television Personalities,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bill Wells,
Joyce Sims,
Barbara Tucker,
Amazonics,
Thompson Twins,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Gories,
Sex Pistols,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Big Daddy Kane,
John Lydon,
Easy Going,
Alphaville,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Inner City,
B.T. Express,
cv313,
Ituana,
Lakeside,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rufus Thomas,
Magazine,
Excepter,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dead Boys,
Pulsallama,
Bluetip,
Lebanon Hanover,
Franke,
Black Bananas,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
X-Ray Spex,
The Victims,
The Mojo Men,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Slits,
Joe Finger,
Tears for Fears,
Man Parrish,
Tom Boy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.