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 Columbus.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 The Zeros to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Roger Hodgson,
Minor Threat,
Youth Brigade,
Crime,
Black Pus,
Brass Construction,
Negative Approach,
Fluxion,
Nick Fraelich,
Scrapy,
Symarip,
The Seeds,
Banda Bassotti,
Scott Walker,
Lungfish,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Neon Judgement,
Anthony Braxton,
Eddi Front,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Offenders,
10cc,
Brothers Johnson,
New Order,
Barrington Levy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mark Hollis,
Angry Samoans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Agent Orange,
Lower 48,
The Red Krayola,
Carl Craig,
The Birthday Party,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bang On A Can,
Dark Day,
The Grass Roots,
Graham Central Station,
Lalo Schifrin,
Stockholm Monsters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Piero Umiliani,
Matthew Bourne,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Moby Grape,
Ultra Naté,
Rites of Spring,
Pussy Galore,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Hoover,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ludus,
Scan 7,
Amazonics,
Quantec,
New Age Steppers,
Lucky Dragons,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.