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 Kosovo and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Swell Maps to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
The Smiths,
Erykah Badu,
Unwound,
Junior Murvin,
Alice Coltrane,
Ohio Players,
The Electric Prunes,
Amazonics,
The Doobie Brothers,
Talk Talk,
Make Up,
Scott Walker,
Main Source,
Lungfish,
Smog,
Frankie Knuckles,
Anakelly,
Heaven 17,
Delon & Dalcan,
The J.B.'s,
Spoonie Gee,
Girls At Our Best!,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Glenn Branca,
Ronan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Five Americans,
The American Breed,
Q and Not U,
Ice-T,
David McCallum,
Spandau Ballet,
Toni Rubio,
Chris & Cosey,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sun Ra,
Eden Ahbez,
Bill Near,
U.S. Maple,
Bobby Sherman,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Crooked Eye,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Dirtbombs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rotary Connection,
Gang Gang Dance,
Television,
Lyres,
Symarip,
Pylon,
Drexciya,
Schoolly D,
Ralphi Rosario,
Urselle,
Tom Boy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.