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 Iran and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Jakarta.
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 guitar 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Darondo,
Livin' Joy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Infiniti,
Gregory Isaacs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Black Pus,
Sound Behaviour,
The Techniques,
Iggy Pop,
Sister Nancy,
Andrew Hill,
Bobby Byrd,
Smog,
MC5,
Lightning Bolt,
Soul II Soul,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Young Rascals,
Underground Resistance,
Sexual Harrassment,
Roy Ayers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sixth Finger,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Black Dice,
Prince Buster,
Nils Olav,
Massinfluence,
Wolf Eyes,
Hoover,
Can,
Lindisfarne,
The Smiths,
The Blackbyrds,
The Neon Judgement,
Icehouse,
Scientists,
Boredoms,
Shuggie Otis,
Das Ding,
Wasted Youth,
Marmalade,
Swans,
Pole,
Von Mondo,
Bronski Beat,
Magma,
Juan Atkins,
Eurythmics,
Mary Jane Girls,
Chrome,
Glenn Branca,
Outsiders,
Mission of Burma,
Nas,
CMW,
Stiv Bators,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.