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 Cape Verde and from London.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Columbus.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Patti Smith to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Arab on Radar,
The Zeros,
Marine Girls,
Andrew Hill,
Public Image Ltd.,
Darondo,
Porter Ricks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Man Parrish,
Moebius,
Qualms,
Flash Fearless,
Smog,
Danielle Patucci,
Rotary Connection,
Derrick May,
Rapeman,
Deakin,
Gregory Isaacs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Depeche Mode,
Gang Starr,
Reagan Youth,
Television Personalities,
Liliput,
Fatback Band,
Josef K,
Davy DMX,
Technova,
Newcleus,
Skarface,
Zero Boys,
Connie Case,
R.M.O.,
John Lydon,
Pulsallama,
The Fall,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bauhaus,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tomorrow,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Howard Jones,
the Normal,
Scott Walker,
The Leaves,
Chrome,
The Raincoats,
the Human League,
Gichy Dan,
The Doors,
The Human League,
The United States of America,
Cymande,
Mission of Burma,
Tropical Tobacco,
Steve Hackett,
Amon Düül II,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.