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 Mauritius and from Winnipeg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
CMW,
Ultravox,
The Evens,
World's Most,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wings,
Maleditus Sound,
Agitation Free,
Archie Shepp,
DJ Style,
Davy DMX,
Arthur Verocai,
Gang Starr,
Kayak,
Anthony Braxton,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Swell Maps,
Lyres,
Idris Muhammad,
Skriet,
Oblivians,
Crooked Eye,
Tim Buckley,
The Neon Judgement,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marmalade,
Sixth Finger,
the Sonics,
The Divine Comedy,
The Mummies,
Erasure,
Judy Mowatt,
Parry Music,
Scrapy,
Ice-T,
The Residents,
Groovy Waters,
The Walker Brothers,
Grey Daturas,
Yazoo,
L. Decosne,
the Slits,
Deepchord,
Nick Fraelich,
The Gories,
Nirvana,
The Mojo Men,
Leonard Cohen,
Barrington Levy,
The Modern Lovers,
Joy Division,
Severed Heads,
the Germs,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Fuzztones,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Freddie Wadling,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lower 48,
X-102,
The Smiths,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.