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 Belize and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the theremin 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 Motorama to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Eddi Front,
Minutemen,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gang Gang Dance,
Funky Four + One,
Soulsonic Force,
Joe Finger,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cal Tjader,
Jacob Miller,
Barry Ungar,
Eli Mardock,
John Holt,
Newcleus,
The American Breed,
Bauhaus,
Amazonics,
Joyce Sims,
Man Parrish,
Pylon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Michelle Simonal,
Icehouse,
The Misunderstood,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Guru Guru,
Todd Terry,
Derrick May,
Slick Rick,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Schoolly D,
Aaron Thompson,
The Monochrome Set,
Youth Brigade,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Shadows of Knight,
Audionom,
The Move,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kaleidoscope,
Harry Pussy,
The Mummies,
Idris Muhammad,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sugar Minott,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Los Fastidios,
Motorama,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Henry Cow,
The Techniques,
Bluetip,
Ultravox,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Roxette,
Niagra,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tres Demented,
Scratch Acid,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.