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 Slovenia and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Hong Kong.
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 mellotron 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 Rapeman 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Shuggie Otis,
John Coltrane,
Brothers Johnson,
Mantronix,
Bootsy Collins,
Magma,
Popol Vuh,
Erykah Badu,
Albert Ayler,
Von Mondo,
Davy DMX,
Ponytail,
Aural Exciters,
Robert Wyatt,
In Retrospect,
Al Stewart,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tubeway Army,
Lower 48,
The Young Rascals,
Robert Hood,
Joy Division,
FM Einheit,
Soul II Soul,
Robert Görl,
Scan 7,
The Gap Band,
Oneida,
Agent Orange,
Pylon,
The Barracudas,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Country Teasers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lebanon Hanover,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
KRS-One,
New Order,
Minnie Riperton,
Arab on Radar,
Sam Rivers,
Ituana,
Technova,
Bauhaus,
Drexciya,
Wally Richardson,
Visage,
The Detroit Cobras,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Crispy Ambulance,
Saccharine Trust,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.