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 Lebanon and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 spring reverb 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 Yellowson to the techno 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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Pagans,
The Stooges,
Fat Boys,
Vainqueur,
The Count Five,
Gang Green,
Alphaville,
Robert Hood,
Josef K,
Bauhaus,
Quantec,
Yaz,
8 Eyed Spy,
Khruangbin,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Suicide,
Gichy Dan,
Sun City Girls,
DJ Style,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fad Gadget,
Joey Negro,
Bootsy Collins,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Arthur Verocai,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lindisfarne,
Livin' Joy,
Ituana,
Newcleus,
Infiniti,
Goldenarms,
Masters at Work,
Albert Ayler,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eden Ahbez,
Monolake,
Bobby Sherman,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Little Man,
Sarah Menescal,
Angry Samoans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scott Walker,
The Names,
Essential Logic,
The Sonics,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kenny Larkin,
Magazine,
Tom Boy,
This Heat,
Schoolly D,
The Saints,
Mandrill,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pere Ubu,
Deepchord,
Unrelated Segments,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.