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 Oman and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum 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 June of 44 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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Cameo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sällskapet,
Siglo XX,
ABC,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Alarm Clocks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Negative Approach,
The Litter,
Tomorrow,
Thee Headcoats,
Wasted Youth,
Qualms,
Mr. Review,
Buzzcocks,
Alice Coltrane,
The Raincoats,
Eddi Front,
Zero Boys,
Matthew Bourne,
Carl Craig,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Cramps,
The Monochrome Set,
Soft Machine,
Newcleus,
Yazoo,
Fatback Band,
The J.B.'s,
This Heat,
Lou Reed,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bush Tetras,
Skarface,
Crime,
the Human League,
The Red Krayola,
Soul II Soul,
Pere Ubu,
The Misunderstood,
Wally Richardson,
Faust,
Godley & Creme,
The Move,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Colin Newman,
Juan Atkins,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
PIL,
Boz Scaggs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dual Sessions,
Shuggie Otis,
Stiv Bators,
Maleditus Sound,
the Fania All-Stars,
Peter and Kerry,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.