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 Bulgaria and from London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mojo Men to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
James White and The Blacks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
David Bowie,
Gang of Four,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Fire Engines,
John Lydon,
Buzzcocks,
The Modern Lovers,
Joy Division,
The Toasters,
U.S. Maple,
Lakeside,
Masters at Work,
Camberwell Now,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Minutemen,
Goldenarms,
Johnny Clarke,
The Standells,
Man Eating Sloth,
Boredoms,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Grey Daturas,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Beau Brummels,
Oblivians,
Thompson Twins,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Arab on Radar,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lower 48,
The Star Department,
Faust,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fela Kuti,
Tubeway Army,
Guru Guru,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Soft Cell,
Rites of Spring,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Litter,
Second Layer,
June Days,
UT,
The Motions,
The Blackbyrds,
New York Dolls,
kango's stein massive,
Eden Ahbez,
Peter and Kerry,
Organ,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.