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 Chile and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sight & Sound to the techno 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Albert Ayler,
Barrington Levy,
The Cramps,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Trumans Water,
Archie Shepp,
Hoover,
Black Moon,
Bobby Byrd,
The Birthday Party,
Connie Case,
Cybotron,
Mad Mike,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Dead C,
Ten City,
Eden Ahbez,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eddi Front,
Sugar Minott,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rosa Yemen,
OOIOO,
Inner City,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Camberwell Now,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joe Finger,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sparks,
Joyce Sims,
Bad Manners,
Jeff Lynne,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Soul II Soul,
Malaria!,
The Gun Club,
Idris Muhammad,
Fugazi,
David Axelrod,
L. Decosne,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Duran Duran,
Boogie Down Productions,
Icehouse,
X-102,
The Tremeloes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Chris Corsano,
Bobby Sherman,
Dark Day,
Wings,
John Holt,
Rapeman,
Cluster,
Tropical Tobacco,
Desert Stars,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rakim,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.