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 Tajikistan and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Skriet to the grunge 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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Tim Buckley,
Oneida,
Lyres,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fear,
Brand Nubian,
Scientists,
CMW,
Liliput,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Germs,
The Birthday Party,
The Monochrome Set,
B.T. Express,
The Techniques,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mr. Review,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Maurizio,
the Sonics,
Minny Pops,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
James White and The Blacks,
Henry Cow,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mantronix,
Excepter,
Barbara Tucker,
The Star Department,
Franke,
Alice Coltrane,
Harry Pussy,
The Index,
Basic Channel,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Offenders,
Bobby Womack,
Chris & Cosey,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fat Boys,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bootsy Collins,
Wasted Youth,
Derrick May,
Amazonics,
Johnny Clarke,
The Beau Brummels,
Oblivians,
Jawbox,
Amon Düül,
Los Fastidios,
Country Teasers,
Todd Rundgren,
The Selecter,
Quadrant,
The Remains,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.