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 Ivory Coast and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 FM Einheit to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Subhumans,
The Human League,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lucky Dragons,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Cramps,
Excepter,
The Kinks,
Tommy Roe,
Nils Olav,
Skarface,
Ohio Players,
Monks,
Sonic Youth,
The Grass Roots,
Man Parrish,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Qualms,
the Sonics,
Terrestrial Tones,
Oblivians,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Chrome,
Porter Ricks,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Electric Prunes,
Piero Umiliani,
The Remains,
Clear Light,
Curtis Mayfield,
This Heat,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
In Retrospect,
AZ,
Flamin' Groovies,
Robert Wyatt,
Rhythm & Sound,
Silicon Teens,
Donald Byrd,
The Trojans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Alphaville,
Jeff Mills,
Ten City,
Au Pairs,
Lightning Bolt,
Parry Music,
FM Einheit,
Monolake,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sex Pistols,
The Pretty Things,
Loose Ends,
The Durutti Column,
Goldenarms,
Kool Moe Dee,
X-101,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bobby Byrd,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.