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 Bahrain and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord 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 The Music Machine to the grunge 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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Pussy Galore,
Radio Birdman,
Cal Tjader,
Soulsonic Force,
Fat Boys,
Accadde A,
Ultravox,
Stockholm Monsters,
Minny Pops,
Metal Thangz,
Organ,
Bauhaus,
Cameo,
Ossler,
Jacob Miller,
Wasted Youth,
Camberwell Now,
the Association,
Soul Sonic Force,
Motorama,
New Age Steppers,
Amon Düül II,
Suburban Knight,
Funkadelic,
Cluster,
The Birthday Party,
Henry Cow,
Deepchord,
Eden Ahbez,
The Smiths,
Camouflage,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Davy DMX,
Unrelated Segments,
MDC,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Martian,
D'Angelo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pantaleimon,
Cymande,
Fela Kuti,
Severed Heads,
Q65,
The Cowsills,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Public Enemy,
Bootsy Collins,
The Cramps,
Anakelly,
Joe Smooth,
Index,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Graham Central Station,
U.S. Maple,
The Angels of Light,
Kaleidoscope,
The Music Machine,
Babytalk,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.