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 Montenegro and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ 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 The Gap Band to the disco 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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice 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 a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
The Moody Blues,
The Skatalites,
Fluxion,
The Dead C,
Pet Shop Boys,
In Retrospect,
The Moleskins,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sarah Menescal,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Morten Harket,
Smog,
Cluster,
Bobby Sherman,
Vainqueur,
the Fania All-Stars,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
John Lydon,
cv313,
Spoonie Gee,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eden Ahbez,
Easy Going,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eurythmics,
The Slits,
Alison Limerick,
Brand Nubian,
Amazonics,
the Human League,
Ice-T,
Joensuu 1685,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Black Pus,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Circle Jerks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wire,
Jacob Miller,
Maurizio,
Stetsasonic,
Average White Band,
Warsaw,
Alton Ellis,
Niagra,
Piero Umiliani,
Traffic Nightmare,
Alice Coltrane,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Swans,
KRS-One,
Television,
Derrick May,
Bang On A Can,
Agent Orange,
The Barracudas,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.