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 Seychelles and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Amon Düül to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scion,
The Saints,
Spandau Ballet,
Theoretical Girls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
This Heat,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
X-101,
Siglo XX,
The Moleskins,
Jawbox,
Matthew Bourne,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gil Scott Heron,
Zapp,
Boogie Down Productions,
Roxy Music,
The Black Dice,
The Divine Comedy,
Whodini,
Scientists,
Pantytec,
The Durutti Column,
Jacob Miller,
The Real Kids,
Black Sheep,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Funky Four + One,
Sällskapet,
The Electric Prunes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Blake Baxter,
Babytalk,
Pole,
Laurel Aitken,
Hardrive,
June of 44,
Bobby Womack,
Animal Collective,
The Gap Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Newcleus,
Parry Music,
B.T. Express,
Warsaw,
Nils Olav,
Lower 48,
Severed Heads,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Smoke,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ronnie Foster,
The Leaves,
X-Ray Spex,
Eurythmics,
Soul II Soul,
Malaria!,
Television,
Kurtis Blow,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.