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 Belgium and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Reagan Youth to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Association,
Neu!,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Real Kids,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ronnie Foster,
One Last Wish,
Agitation Free,
The Star Department,
MDC,
Monks,
Wasted Youth,
The Zeros,
Davy DMX,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Smiths,
Massinfluence,
Livin' Joy,
Joey Negro,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ten City,
Robert Wyatt,
DJ Sneak,
The Trojans,
X-102,
The Count Five,
Black Bananas,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tom Boy,
Janne Schatter,
Don Cherry,
Man Parrish,
Steve Hackett,
Crispy Ambulance,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Fall,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
David Bowie,
Michelle Simonal,
Lyres,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Associates,
Kurtis Blow,
The Mojo Men,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Adolescents,
The Gories,
Amon Düül II,
Barry Ungar,
The Remains,
Gang Gang Dance,
EPMD,
Bill Near,
Faust,
Shuggie Otis,
The Birthday Party,
Second Layer,
Lindisfarne,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.