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 France and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord 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 Neu! to the punk 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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Godley & Creme,
DJ Sneak,
Absolute Body Control,
Pussy Galore,
The Dirtbombs,
Letta Mbulu,
a-ha,
Althea and Donna,
John Foxx,
Boz Scaggs,
Joe Finger,
Kaleidoscope,
The Fortunes,
Josef K,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Simply Red,
Saccharine Trust,
Rufus Thomas,
Bob Dylan,
Crime,
Judy Mowatt,
Hashim,
Fatback Band,
The Kinks,
Hardrive,
the Normal,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Half Japanese,
Alphaville,
The Remains,
The Monochrome Set,
Y Pants,
The Evens,
Guru Guru,
The Vogues,
Minor Threat,
Sarah Menescal,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kurtis Blow,
Main Source,
Surgeon,
Barbara Tucker,
The Raincoats,
Mo-Dettes,
Jawbox,
Bizarre Inc.,
Juan Atkins,
Dawn Penn,
T.S.O.L.,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Neon Judgement,
Ituana,
The Sonics,
This Heat,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Walker Brothers,
Black Sheep,
The Litter,
Todd Rundgren,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Newcleus,
Byron Stingily,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.