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 Nicaragua and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba 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 the Sonics to the dance 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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Henry Cow,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mark Hollis,
UT,
D'Angelo,
E-Dancer,
Rhythm & Sound,
LL Cool J,
Erykah Badu,
Anthony Braxton,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jandek,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Judy Mowatt,
Rotary Connection,
MC5,
The Black Dice,
Youth Brigade,
The Red Krayola,
the Slits,
Buzzcocks,
Japan,
The Doobie Brothers,
John Lydon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sällskapet,
B.T. Express,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Gap Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Minny Pops,
Carl Craig,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Arcadia,
Jerry's Kids,
Piero Umiliani,
KRS-One,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Yazoo,
Pere Ubu,
Cymande,
Max Romeo,
Steve Hackett,
Average White Band,
The Walker Brothers,
These Immortal Souls,
Radiohead,
Young Marble Giants,
Popol Vuh,
Crooked Eye,
Maleditus Sound,
The Human League,
Black Moon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Banda Bassotti,
The Invisible,
The Misunderstood,
The Fire Engines,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.