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 Belgium and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the jazz 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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Can,
T. Rex,
KRS-One,
Pylon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Amon Düül II,
Scrapy,
Barrington Levy,
Don Cherry,
Aaron Thompson,
Rapeman,
Jawbox,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Juan Atkins,
Arthur Verocai,
Sex Pistols,
Nick Fraelich,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bronski Beat,
The Remains,
John Coltrane,
Black Sheep,
The J.B.'s,
Gang Green,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Soul II Soul,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Cure,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Visage,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Oblivians,
Eric Dolphy,
Ludus,
Joensuu 1685,
Carl Craig,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Neu!,
a-ha,
Derrick May,
Ornette Coleman,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Divine Comedy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marmalade,
The Smiths,
Toni Rubio,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Human League,
Yellowson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Heaven 17,
Brick,
Deadbeat,
Lou Reed,
Moby Grape,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.