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 Bolivia and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin 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 H. Thieme to the electroclash 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Public Enemy,
John Holt,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eve St. Jones,
a-ha,
Barry Ungar,
Aural Exciters,
Average White Band,
Little Man,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pantytec,
Charles Mingus,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rakim,
The Gories,
Patti Smith,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Siglo XX,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kenny Larkin,
Steve Hackett,
Dennis Brown,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Moleskins,
This Heat,
The Music Machine,
Amon Düül,
Nik Kershaw,
The Black Dice,
Prince Buster,
The Busters,
Dawn Penn,
Lou Christie,
The Gap Band,
Severed Heads,
The Blues Magoos,
Cymande,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ponytail,
Gregory Isaacs,
Brick,
Sex Pistols,
Accadde A,
The Cure,
Archie Shepp,
Joe Smooth,
Half Japanese,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Matthew Bourne,
the Human League,
Trumans Water,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Magma,
The Techniques,
Gang Starr,
CMW,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Sonics,
Ludus,
T. Rex,
Index,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.