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 Ghana and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the funk 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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Little Man,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scion,
Scan 7,
Harry Pussy,
Tommy Roe,
Dawn Penn,
Visage,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pierre Henry,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Roxy Music,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Basic Channel,
Amon Düül II,
Hot Snakes,
Joey Negro,
Young Marble Giants,
Malaria!,
Juan Atkins,
Pole,
The Martian,
Lou Christie,
The Tremeloes,
The Mojo Men,
The Beau Brummels,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mission of Burma,
Jacob Miller,
Bad Manners,
Ultra Naté,
Nas,
Niagra,
Public Enemy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Godley & Creme,
The Cramps,
The Techniques,
Clear Light,
X-Ray Spex,
Black Bananas,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Pretty Things,
Inner City,
Adolescents,
Rotary Connection,
The Velvet Underground,
Steve Hackett,
Derrick May,
Silicon Teens,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Negative Approach,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ponytail,
Livin' Joy,
Urselle,
The Associates,
New York Dolls,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.