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 Oman and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 oboe 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 UT to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Quando Quango,
Amon Düül II,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
John Coltrane,
Ossler,
Junior Murvin,
Gang Green,
David McCallum,
The Monochrome Set,
DNA,
Yaz,
Quadrant,
Dennis Brown,
Rapeman,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Suburban Knight,
Buzzcocks,
Terry Callier,
Hoover,
Livin' Joy,
David Axelrod,
Royal Trux,
Sixth Finger,
Harry Pussy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sight & Sound,
Lucky Dragons,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
OOIOO,
Ohio Players,
The New Christs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Neon Judgement,
Agitation Free,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Juan Atkins,
Black Bananas,
Massinfluence,
Scion,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Victims,
Symarip,
Faust,
The Real Kids,
Marmalade,
Ponytail,
Mo-Dettes,
Joey Negro,
Sex Pistols,
Tres Demented,
the Normal,
Danielle Patucci,
The Smiths,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jacob Miller,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kurtis Blow,
Animal Collective,
Guru Guru,
Black Sheep,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.