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 Argentina and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 Madrid and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Crash Course in Science to the techno 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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Prince Buster,
Cluster,
Reagan Youth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kevin Saunderson,
Alphaville,
Zapp,
Subhumans,
Banda Bassotti,
Jandek,
Soul II Soul,
Isaac Hayes,
Scrapy,
Cal Tjader,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rites of Spring,
This Heat,
Scratch Acid,
Amon Düül II,
Grauzone,
Dawn Penn,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Aswad,
The Motions,
Eddi Front,
The Dirtbombs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Blancmange,
Bobby Womack,
Nas,
Los Fastidios,
The Cowsills,
Scientists,
Steve Hackett,
Iggy Pop,
Tomorrow,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jawbox,
Deadbeat,
Lightning Bolt,
The Gun Club,
Judy Mowatt,
Roxy Music,
Technova,
Neil Young,
Pantytec,
the Slits,
Jesper Dahlback,
Liliput,
The Velvet Underground,
Bronski Beat,
Freddie Wadling,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fat Boys,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
X-Ray Spex,
DJ Style,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.