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 Suriname and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mexico City.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Half Japanese 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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Slick Rick,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scientists,
Boz Scaggs,
Technova,
Lalo Schifrin,
Television,
Scan 7,
the Human League,
Glenn Branca,
Grauzone,
Wasted Youth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gang Starr,
Anthony Braxton,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
F. McDonald,
X-101,
Hashim,
James White and The Blacks,
Bang On A Can,
Q65,
H. Thieme,
Suicide,
Donny Hathaway,
Duran Duran,
The Names,
cv313,
Chris Corsano,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
New Age Steppers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Gories,
Steve Hackett,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Babytalk,
Crispy Ambulance,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jacob Miller,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Youth Brigade,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Roger Hodgson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Cowsills,
Lungfish,
The Cramps,
Jerry's Kids,
Barry Ungar,
Cluster,
Organ,
Make Up,
Underground Resistance,
Minutemen,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Martian,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.