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 Uganda and from Winnipeg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sexual Harrassment to the dance 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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Alphaville,
Joey Negro,
Erasure,
Fugazi,
Thee Headcoats,
Moss Icon,
Television Personalities,
48th St. Collective,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Franke,
Kaleidoscope,
Fad Gadget,
Gang Starr,
Faraquet,
Nick Fraelich,
John Coltrane,
The Misunderstood,
EPMD,
Swans,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bobby Womack,
The Doobie Brothers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Raincoats,
Rosa Yemen,
Crispy Ambulance,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bronski Beat,
The Blackbyrds,
Easy Going,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Skatalites,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
La Düsseldorf,
New Age Steppers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gang Green,
David Bowie,
Prince Buster,
Technova,
Chrome,
Camberwell Now,
Wally Richardson,
the Germs,
Howard Jones,
Aaron Thompson,
The Dead C,
The Saints,
John Lydon,
The Evens,
The Slackers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
U.S. Maple,
The Invisible,
Subhumans,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.