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 Portugal and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ 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 Model 500 to the crunk 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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Pole,
Slick Rick,
Yaz,
Lalo Schifrin,
Theoretical Girls,
kango's stein massive,
Arcadia,
Leonard Cohen,
Darondo,
Bob Dylan,
Khruangbin,
Animal Collective,
The Happenings,
Isaac Hayes,
Pussy Galore,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sex Pistols,
Spoonie Gee,
Lakeside,
R.M.O.,
Mandrill,
Reagan Youth,
Young Marble Giants,
Johnny Clarke,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eli Mardock,
Masters at Work,
Swell Maps,
Harpers Bizarre,
Half Japanese,
The Angels of Light,
Blancmange,
The Electric Prunes,
The Names,
Althea and Donna,
Nirvana,
The Move,
Dennis Brown,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Amon Düül,
David Bowie,
Depeche Mode,
Grey Daturas,
Eve St. Jones,
The Stooges,
T.S.O.L.,
AZ,
Dark Day,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Divine Comedy,
Rotary Connection,
The Slits,
Los Fastidios,
Robert Hood,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Residents,
Essential Logic,
John Holt,
New Order,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.