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 Bolivia and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Glasgow.
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 theremin 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 Lightning Bolt to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Monks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dawn Penn,
Don Cherry,
Kas Product,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Archie Shepp,
The Litter,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Shoche,
Sällskapet,
The J.B.'s,
Slave,
Joensuu 1685,
Erykah Badu,
Fear,
Soul Sonic Force,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
48th St. Collective,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mark Hollis,
Japan,
Index,
Byron Stingily,
Quando Quango,
Blake Baxter,
Dual Sessions,
Colin Newman,
Royal Trux,
Crispian St. Peters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cluster,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bobby Sherman,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Little Man,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scan 7,
Neu!,
Masters at Work,
Sandy B,
Desert Stars,
Eric Dolphy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Suburban Knight,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Michelle Simonal,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mandrill,
Excepter,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Second Layer,
Steve Hackett,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Simply Red,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.