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 Lesotho and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Albert Ayler to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jacob Miller,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Litter,
June Days,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mr. Review,
Deakin,
Eric Dolphy,
Harry Pussy,
Maleditus Sound,
Subhumans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Monochrome Set,
Tubeway Army,
Harpers Bizarre,
Davy DMX,
MC5,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Groovy Waters,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Gap Band,
DJ Style,
Oblivians,
The Invisible,
Mantronix,
Make Up,
Wally Richardson,
the Germs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Con Funk Shun,
The J.B.'s,
Mars,
Mark Hollis,
H. Thieme,
Howard Jones,
The Mummies,
L. Decosne,
Fugazi,
Scrapy,
Stetsasonic,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nas,
Ponytail,
Second Layer,
Chris & Cosey,
The Flesh Eaters,
Porter Ricks,
Sugar Minott,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Human League,
Vladislav Delay,
Bobby Sherman,
Amon Düül,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cheater Slicks,
Dark Day,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lalo Schifrin,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.