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 Iraq and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe 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 U.S. Maple to the jazz 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
The Mojo Men,
Ituana,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Country Teasers,
Blossom Toes,
Gabor Szabo,
Popol Vuh,
Amon Düül,
The Divine Comedy,
Whodini,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Saccharine Trust,
Lalo Schifrin,
Supertramp,
Symarip,
the Slits,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Minutemen,
Television Personalities,
Bauhaus,
Half Japanese,
Oblivians,
The Moleskins,
Funky Four + One,
Cheater Slicks,
Grey Daturas,
Sun Ra,
The Barracudas,
Circle Jerks,
Flipper,
the Human League,
The Doobie Brothers,
John Foxx,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Gladiators,
K-Klass,
Matthew Bourne,
Audionom,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Dirtbombs,
Essential Logic,
Wings,
Letta Mbulu,
Frankie Knuckles,
Public Enemy,
Massinfluence,
Adolescents,
Jacques Brel,
The Invisible,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Boredoms,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Boogie Down Productions,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Kinks,
X-Ray Spex,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lou Reed,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.