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 Iraq and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 cv313 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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Mo-Dettes,
Scott Walker,
Barrington Levy,
CMW,
Bob Dylan,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joe Smooth,
Ultravox,
Livin' Joy,
The Count Five,
The Fugs,
MC5,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marvin Gaye,
Sun Ra,
Lalo Schifrin,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Fire Engines,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sam Rivers,
Janne Schatter,
The Moleskins,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Monks,
The Gladiators,
Throbbing Gristle,
Essential Logic,
L. Decosne,
Black Flag,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ludus,
Erasure,
Little Man,
Angry Samoans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Detroit Cobras,
Roy Ayers,
Whodini,
Delta 5,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Dead C,
Sixth Finger,
Soft Machine,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Alison Limerick,
One Last Wish,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gong,
Fifty Foot Hose,
David McCallum,
The Durutti Column,
Skriet,
a-ha,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wolf Eyes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Radiopuhelimet,
Index,
Scrapy,
Nils Olav,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.