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 Austria and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ice-T to the jazz 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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
The Music Machine,
The Martian,
Nas,
Lucky Dragons,
Skriet,
Moby Grape,
Erasure,
Parry Music,
Scott Walker,
The Residents,
Icehouse,
Buzzcocks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Radio Birdman,
James White and The Blacks,
Tears for Fears,
R.M.O.,
OOIOO,
Andrew Hill,
Bobby Byrd,
Kool Moe Dee,
Black Bananas,
Model 500,
The Techniques,
The Slits,
Fela Kuti,
Barrington Levy,
Little Man,
Swell Maps,
The Gun Club,
The Mummies,
Nik Kershaw,
Iggy Pop,
Gang Starr,
Sex Pistols,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nils Olav,
The Blackbyrds,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pierre Henry,
8 Eyed Spy,
Black Flag,
Crash Course in Science,
Howard Jones,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Cale,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lakeside,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Robert Görl,
Lungfish,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bang On A Can,
Con Funk Shun,
Duran Duran,
Ponytail,
Archie Shepp,
Yaz,
Wire,
Connie Case,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.