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 Netherlands and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Severed Heads to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
John Holt,
Interpol,
The Happenings,
Hashim,
Masters at Work,
Hot Snakes,
Max Romeo,
China Crisis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Smiths,
The Mojo Men,
Ken Boothe,
The American Breed,
Bill Near,
Boogie Down Productions,
New Age Steppers,
Echospace,
Todd Terry,
The Knickerbockers,
Donald Byrd,
Stereo Dub,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Human League,
a-ha,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kool Moe Dee,
Derrick May,
Ludus,
Surgeon,
Soft Machine,
Erykah Badu,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Neu!,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Warren Ellis,
Cecil Taylor,
Malaria!,
Tim Buckley,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cybotron,
Maleditus Sound,
Gang Green,
The Real Kids,
Fatback Band,
Little Man,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Yaz,
Bauhaus,
Slave,
Cymande,
Von Mondo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The New Christs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
June Days,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Vogues,
Public Image Ltd.,
Radio Birdman,
Trumans Water,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.