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 Lesotho and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Brick to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Sandy B,
Mary Jane Girls,
L. Decosne,
Blake Baxter,
Bootsy Collins,
Isaac Hayes,
Magma,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cameo,
DJ Sneak,
ABC,
Kurtis Blow,
David McCallum,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Roxette,
Camouflage,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lungfish,
The Music Machine,
Kas Product,
Man Parrish,
Index,
Aswad,
David Bowie,
The Detroit Cobras,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Last Poets,
AZ,
Carl Craig,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Colin Newman,
Stereo Dub,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Stooges,
Outsiders,
Lucky Dragons,
Spandau Ballet,
Todd Terry,
Mars,
Groovy Waters,
Scrapy,
Erykah Badu,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Glenn Branca,
Sonny Sharrock,
New York Dolls,
Rosa Yemen,
Q and Not U,
Janne Schatter,
The Associates,
The Litter,
Accadde A,
Josef K,
Nico,
Skriet,
The Wake,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.