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 Kuwait and from Woodstock.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Connie Case to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
cv313,
The Invisible,
Skaos,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eddi Front,
Skarface,
Rod Modell,
James White and The Blacks,
Con Funk Shun,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Move,
Erykah Badu,
the Normal,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Japan,
Eric Dolphy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sight & Sound,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lyres,
Make Up,
The Beau Brummels,
CMW,
Stiv Bators,
Rekid,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Alison Limerick,
Bobby Sherman,
Lalann,
Lungfish,
The Victims,
The Fuzztones,
The Count Five,
Spoonie Gee,
The J.B.'s,
The Sonics,
Severed Heads,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Whodini,
Suicide,
The Moleskins,
Gabor Szabo,
Sixth Finger,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bluetip,
This Heat,
The Associates,
T. Rex,
The Last Poets,
Swans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Iggy Pop,
Model 500,
Jesper Dahlback,
Goldenarms,
Robert Görl,
Young Marble Giants,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.