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 Bhutan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Joey Negro to the electroclash 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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Agitation Free,
Bluetip,
Lalann,
Donny Hathaway,
Camouflage,
Davy DMX,
Fad Gadget,
Man Parrish,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Gun Club,
Au Pairs,
Matthew Bourne,
Half Japanese,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scott Walker,
Sam Rivers,
Monks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Minutemen,
The New Christs,
Al Stewart,
Dead Boys,
Hashim,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Angels of Light,
The Sonics,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cal Tjader,
David Bowie,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sexual Harrassment,
Slick Rick,
Anakelly,
Marc Almond,
Ornette Coleman,
Robert Hood,
Joyce Sims,
Black Flag,
Von Mondo,
Kerri Chandler,
The Martian,
Dawn Penn,
Gabor Szabo,
T. Rex,
Supertramp,
Clear Light,
Minnie Riperton,
Moss Icon,
Ituana,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sister Nancy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gong,
New Order,
One Last Wish,
James White and The Blacks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.