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 Iran and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Pierre Henry to the dance 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
The Dirtbombs,
Man Parrish,
The Victims,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Organ,
Iggy Pop,
Kaleidoscope,
The Leaves,
The Birthday Party,
Joe Finger,
Pagans,
Easy Going,
Maleditus Sound,
Scientists,
Heaven 17,
The Real Kids,
Charles Mingus,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bush Tetras,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sun Ra,
Swell Maps,
The Monochrome Set,
Cluster,
The Move,
Aaron Thompson,
Moebius,
Drexciya,
Camouflage,
Niagra,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kas Product,
Sparks,
Blancmange,
Royal Trux,
Lou Christie,
Tubeway Army,
Rekid,
Marshall Jefferson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Beau Brummels,
The Vogues,
The Happenings,
The Slits,
Accadde A,
X-Ray Spex,
K-Klass,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mandrill,
Black Moon,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Residents,
Kool Moe Dee,
Slick Rick,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cecil Taylor,
The Index,
Man Eating Sloth,
Soul Sonic Force,
Q and Not U,
Crooked Eye,
T.S.O.L.,
Qualms,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.