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 Peru and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the punk 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Wings,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Soft Machine,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Malaria!,
Lakeside,
Eddi Front,
Johnny Osbourne,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ralphi Rosario,
Depeche Mode,
Banda Bassotti,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gregory Isaacs,
MDC,
Rotary Connection,
The Music Machine,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Arthur Verocai,
Pagans,
Jeff Mills,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Vladislav Delay,
Inner City,
The Monks,
The Stooges,
The Index,
Von Mondo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nico,
U.S. Maple,
The New Christs,
Drexciya,
Public Image Ltd.,
Amazonics,
DNA,
Lucky Dragons,
Flash Fearless,
X-101,
Joensuu 1685,
The Dirtbombs,
Visage,
Hot Snakes,
10cc,
The Associates,
The Buckinghams,
DJ Style,
Pylon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lalo Schifrin,
John Lydon,
Funky Four + One,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lee Hazlewood,
Chrome,
Siglo XX,
Ten City,
Archie Shepp,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.