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 Micronesia and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 cv313 to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
The Martian,
June Days,
Amazonics,
Pierre Henry,
The Durutti Column,
Dual Sessions,
The Vogues,
Lightning Bolt,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fear,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Theoretical Girls,
The Star Department,
Avey Tare,
Rosa Yemen,
Absolute Body Control,
The Kinks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Skatalites,
The Velvet Underground,
Lindisfarne,
The Smiths,
Wally Richardson,
Joensuu 1685,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Depeche Mode,
Minny Pops,
Deadbeat,
Letta Mbulu,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jeff Lynne,
Goldenarms,
the Human League,
Los Fastidios,
The Blues Magoos,
Kaleidoscope,
Neu!,
Harmonia,
the Normal,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Toasters,
48th St. Collective,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tres Demented,
Soft Machine,
Magazine,
Harry Pussy,
The New Christs,
The Pop Group,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Carl Craig,
Au Pairs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tears for Fears,
The Associates,
Rufus Thomas,
Television Personalities,
The Neon Judgement,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.