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 East Timor and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator 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 Crash Course in Science to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fatback Band,
Cybotron,
The Doobie Brothers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sandy B,
Gang Gang Dance,
Massinfluence,
Rotary Connection,
David McCallum,
Black Pus,
Isaac Hayes,
Sonic Youth,
Loose Ends,
Guru Guru,
Colin Newman,
The Seeds,
Graham Central Station,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Steve Hackett,
Marvin Gaye,
the Bar-Kays,
the Germs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Standells,
Radiohead,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Be Bop Deluxe,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Neon Judgement,
Echospace,
48th St. Collective,
Susan Cadogan,
Ossler,
Alphaville,
Scientists,
Dave Gahan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lalann,
Tears for Fears,
Vainqueur,
Scott Walker,
Albert Ayler,
Qualms,
Joe Smooth,
This Heat,
Derrick May,
Black Flag,
Nirvana,
Supertramp,
Mantronix,
Nation of Ulysses,
Arthur Verocai,
Mission of Burma,
Aaron Thompson,
Little Man,
The Grass Roots,
8 Eyed Spy,
Spoonie Gee,
Rites of Spring,
Half Japanese,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.