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 Gabon and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 John Foxx to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Litter. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Arab on Radar,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Make Up,
the Swans,
Fear,
The Leaves,
The Moody Blues,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Angels of Light,
ABC,
Rufus Thomas,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Malaria!,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sonic Youth,
Marcia Griffiths,
MC5,
Wire,
the Normal,
Funky Four + One,
Eric Copeland,
48th St. Collective,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kerri Chandler,
The Moleskins,
kango's stein massive,
Bang On A Can,
Sam Rivers,
Marvin Gaye,
Grey Daturas,
Bill Near,
Essential Logic,
Trumans Water,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Clear Light,
Yaz,
The Cramps,
Ossler,
The Modern Lovers,
Sound Behaviour,
Scott Walker,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Interpol,
Soft Machine,
Tommy Roe,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Archie Shepp,
The Dirtbombs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nick Fraelich,
Nas,
Accadde A,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Real Kids,
John Foxx,
Cheater Slicks,
Joy Division,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.