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 Australia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
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 Lebanon Hanover to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Icehouse,
Babytalk,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Althea and Donna,
PIL,
Skarface,
Average White Band,
Ultravox,
Sound Behaviour,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bootsy Collins,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
MDC,
The Electric Prunes,
Basic Channel,
Ice-T,
Fluxion,
David Bowie,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Fania All-Stars,
Big Daddy Kane,
E-Dancer,
Mandrill,
Ten City,
Pole,
Todd Terry,
ABC,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Adolescents,
John Cale,
Mars,
Y Pants,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Angels of Light,
The Happenings,
Derrick May,
Barrington Levy,
Delta 5,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Last Poets,
Bobby Womack,
Oblivians,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Neon Judgement,
Kurtis Blow,
Laurel Aitken,
Popol Vuh,
One Last Wish,
Alice Coltrane,
Harpers Bizarre,
Echospace,
Royal Trux,
Lungfish,
Cymande,
The Star Department,
Yaz,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lee Hazlewood,
The American Breed,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.