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 United Kingdom and from Tehran.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Idris Muhammad to the rap 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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
K-Klass,
Khruangbin,
The Dirtbombs,
Funky Four + One,
Grandmaster Flash,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tubeway Army,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wings,
The Slackers,
Fugazi,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Oneida,
Faraquet,
A Certain Ratio,
The Leaves,
La Düsseldorf,
Stereo Dub,
Grey Daturas,
The Grass Roots,
Warsaw,
Scott Walker,
Goldenarms,
Quantec,
Bluetip,
The Angels of Light,
Johnny Clarke,
Robert Hood,
Ten City,
Blancmange,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Chrome,
The Human League,
Drive Like Jehu,
Leonard Cohen,
The Moody Blues,
Popol Vuh,
The Motions,
Adolescents,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ituana,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Thee Headcoats,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Roxette,
Saccharine Trust,
Technova,
Porter Ricks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bad Manners,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Boredoms,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sixth Finger,
Radio Birdman,
Wolf Eyes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Stockholm Monsters,
Babytalk,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.