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 Oman and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 clarinet 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 Grandmaster Flash to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
The United States of America,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Qualms,
The Martian,
The Offenders,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scrapy,
Theoretical Girls,
John Cale,
The Index,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Thee Headcoats,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Curtis Mayfield,
Flash Fearless,
The Invisible,
The Pretty Things,
The Zeros,
Adolescents,
The Doors,
Gichy Dan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Vainqueur,
Loose Ends,
Ronnie Foster,
Public Enemy,
John Lydon,
Joensuu 1685,
the Human League,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Saints,
Livin' Joy,
OOIOO,
Soul II Soul,
Archie Shepp,
Lower 48,
Amon Düül,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
10cc,
Simply Red,
Ohio Players,
Jacques Brel,
The Human League,
Neu!,
David McCallum,
Isaac Hayes,
Crime,
Jandek,
Stiv Bators,
Godley & Creme,
Slick Rick,
Amazonics,
Blancmange,
Banda Bassotti,
The Electric Prunes,
Freddie Wadling,
Hoover,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.