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 Turkey and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer 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 The Dave Clark Five to the punk 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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Rhythm & Sound,
Barclay James Harvest,
Stetsasonic,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Quadrant,
Juan Atkins,
Rod Modell,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fluxion,
Scrapy,
Q and Not U,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marine Girls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Techniques,
Amon Düül,
The Gladiators,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eve St. Jones,
Second Layer,
Pagans,
Arcadia,
T.S.O.L.,
Goldenarms,
The Neon Judgement,
UT,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Sonics,
L. Decosne,
the Swans,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ken Boothe,
The Kinks,
MDC,
Spandau Ballet,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lucky Dragons,
The Gap Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marmalade,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Charles Mingus,
Arthur Verocai,
Bauhaus,
Quando Quango,
The Fire Engines,
Au Pairs,
Circle Jerks,
Moebius,
Audionom,
Magazine,
Mantronix,
A Certain Ratio,
Fad Gadget,
The Fuzztones,
Camberwell Now,
Chrome,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.