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 Andorra and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the punk 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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Massinfluence,
Nirvana,
Mark Hollis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Standells,
Talk Talk,
Carl Craig,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Guru Guru,
Japan,
Tommy Roe,
R.M.O.,
Cal Tjader,
DNA,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Gories,
The Happenings,
Panda Bear,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Public Enemy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Todd Rundgren,
Davy DMX,
Ituana,
Absolute Body Control,
ABBA,
Q and Not U,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Five Americans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Connie Case,
Blancmange,
Anakelly,
Banda Bassotti,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
James White and The Blacks,
Audionom,
Vainqueur,
This Heat,
Wire,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Music Machine,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Patti Smith,
Radiohead,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Mummies,
Section 25,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gang Starr,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jacob Miller,
Joy Division,
Magazine,
Lou Christie,
Yaz,
Bush Tetras,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.