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 Burundi and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Josef K,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Suburban Knight,
Cybotron,
Minor Threat,
Yaz,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
David Bowie,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Flesh Eaters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scratch Acid,
Gang of Four,
Mantronix,
Bill Near,
Swans,
The Gladiators,
Guru Guru,
Bill Wells,
Barbara Tucker,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Hoover,
The Cramps,
Unwound,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bad Manners,
China Crisis,
Crash Course in Science,
The Associates,
John Cale,
The Walker Brothers,
Mad Mike,
the Bar-Kays,
Pylon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
DNA,
Make Up,
Panda Bear,
The Standells,
Pere Ubu,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Crime,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Move,
The Stooges,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Grass Roots,
Hashim,
The Fugs,
Scott Walker,
Zapp,
PIL,
Flash Fearless,
Danielle Patucci,
the Normal,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.