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 Malawi and from Mexico City.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cymande to the grunge 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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Nik Kershaw,
Skaos,
The Velvet Underground,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The United States of America,
Al Stewart,
Grauzone,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Faraquet,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joe Smooth,
Todd Rundgren,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eve St. Jones,
Tears for Fears,
Nils Olav,
Josef K,
Lyres,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Yusef Lateef,
The Modern Lovers,
JFA,
Nas,
Toni Rubio,
John Coltrane,
Archie Shepp,
Drexciya,
Gang of Four,
The Monks,
Model 500,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Royal Trux,
Arthur Verocai,
LL Cool J,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Victims,
Lebanon Hanover,
China Crisis,
Bluetip,
Adolescents,
Lucky Dragons,
The Remains,
Crime,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Doobie Brothers,
Terry Callier,
The Fugs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fall,
Gang Gang Dance,
Agent Orange,
Radiohead,
Television Personalities,
Ossler,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jawbox,
Crispian St. Peters,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.