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 Gabon and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Reagan Youth to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kaleidoscope,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Suicide,
The Associates,
Terrestrial Tones,
Yazoo,
the Bar-Kays,
The Pop Group,
Jawbox,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Saccharine Trust,
The Mummies,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
F. McDonald,
Kas Product,
Amon Düül,
Peter & Gordon,
Essential Logic,
Juan Atkins,
Judy Mowatt,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
DJ Style,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Japan,
Chris & Cosey,
Derrick May,
Ultimate Spinach,
Reagan Youth,
Neil Young,
Todd Terry,
Cal Tjader,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Brand Nubian,
Moby Grape,
Al Stewart,
Howard Jones,
June of 44,
Flipper,
Harry Pussy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Beau Brummels,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Godley & Creme,
Eric Dolphy,
Jacques Brel,
Pierre Henry,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ossler,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Excepter,
Kenny Larkin,
The New Christs,
Gang of Four,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Gladiators,
Groovy Waters,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.