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 Iceland and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bill Near to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Bar-Kays,
Spoonie Gee,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Crash Course in Science,
The Smiths,
Wings,
The Last Poets,
The Angels of Light,
Arthur Verocai,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cal Tjader,
Jerry's Kids,
Bootsy Collins,
The Red Krayola,
Circle Jerks,
Inner City,
David Bowie,
R.M.O.,
Marvin Gaye,
Basic Channel,
Hoover,
Laurel Aitken,
Moss Icon,
Drexciya,
Panda Bear,
China Crisis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Hashim,
Easy Going,
Buzzcocks,
Vladislav Delay,
The Zeros,
Adolescents,
Youth Brigade,
The Selecter,
The Durutti Column,
Byron Stingily,
48th St. Collective,
Intrusion,
Amon Düül II,
Lalann,
The Fugs,
ABC,
Public Enemy,
Eli Mardock,
The Fuzztones,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Soft Cell,
Alton Ellis,
Bizarre Inc.,
Thompson Twins,
Smog,
Darondo,
The Dead C,
Symarip,
Agitation Free,
The Blackbyrds,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Barracudas,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Interpol,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.