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 Lebanon and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 snare 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 Brand Nubian to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Bobby Sherman,
The Cramps,
Brand Nubian,
Moebius,
Swans,
Crispian St. Peters,
Arab on Radar,
World's Most,
Basic Channel,
The Gun Club,
K-Klass,
Mantronix,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Echospace,
Letta Mbulu,
The Selecter,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Dead C,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Man Parrish,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Durutti Column,
Smog,
David Bowie,
Fela Kuti,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gang Starr,
Robert Wyatt,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Todd Rundgren,
Banda Bassotti,
Minnie Riperton,
The Residents,
Ludus,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rekid,
Lakeside,
Josef K,
The Beau Brummels,
Agent Orange,
Deepchord,
Fugazi,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Evens,
Blancmange,
Wolf Eyes,
Severed Heads,
Nirvana,
Main Source,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Toasters,
The Monochrome Set,
Boogie Down Productions,
The New Christs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.