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 Equatorial Guinea and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 clarinet 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 The Vogues to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mantronix,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Roxette,
The Velvet Underground,
Aural Exciters,
The Black Dice,
The Fuzztones,
The Blackbyrds,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Echospace,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ohio Players,
Underground Resistance,
Theoretical Girls,
The Star Department,
The Moody Blues,
Hoover,
Amon Düül II,
the Swans,
Scrapy,
Nico,
The Searchers,
Ultra Naté,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
John Foxx,
Second Layer,
The Divine Comedy,
Leonard Cohen,
Black Bananas,
Fat Boys,
Mark Hollis,
The Dirtbombs,
Barrington Levy,
Cheater Slicks,
In Retrospect,
Big Daddy Kane,
Public Enemy,
Cymande,
Eric Dolphy,
Pylon,
Eric Copeland,
Saccharine Trust,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sonic Youth,
EPMD,
Magazine,
Ludus,
ABBA,
Reuben Wilson,
The Gories,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
OOIOO,
Susan Cadogan,
Arcadia,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Moleskins,
F. McDonald,
Tears for Fears,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Grandmaster Flash,
Arthur Verocai,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.