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 Ireland and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 AZ to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Bad Manners,
The Searchers,
Absolute Body Control,
Fela Kuti,
The Skatalites,
B.T. Express,
Moebius,
John Holt,
The Dead C,
Talk Talk,
Steve Hackett,
DJ Style,
The Standells,
Minor Threat,
Intrusion,
Yaz,
Kaleidoscope,
Sixth Finger,
New Order,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bobby Womack,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wire,
Barclay James Harvest,
Brothers Johnson,
The Kinks,
Jacques Brel,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Camouflage,
Panda Bear,
Ultimate Spinach,
John Foxx,
Youth Brigade,
Soul II Soul,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Birthday Party,
Lalann,
The Knickerbockers,
Eric Copeland,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Crash Course in Science,
The Fire Engines,
The Gories,
Judy Mowatt,
Little Man,
Cecil Taylor,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lyres,
Tim Buckley,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Crispian St. Peters,
Public Image Ltd.,
Darondo,
The Buckinghams,
Man Parrish,
Pussy Galore,
Roxy Music,
Rosa Yemen,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bobby Byrd,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.