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 Suriname and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Little Man to the rap 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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Eric Dolphy,
Excepter,
The Neon Judgement,
Moby Grape,
Infiniti,
David Axelrod,
The Fugs,
DNA,
Joyce Sims,
Mandrill,
X-102,
The Gun Club,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gil Scott Heron,
This Heat,
Harry Pussy,
FM Einheit,
Rod Modell,
Babytalk,
Scan 7,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Aswad,
Tears for Fears,
a-ha,
Ten City,
Man Eating Sloth,
Archie Shepp,
Chris & Cosey,
Barrington Levy,
Glenn Branca,
Youth Brigade,
Organ,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Albert Ayler,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marmalade,
Patti Smith,
Barbara Tucker,
Young Marble Giants,
Sexual Harrassment,
Y Pants,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Swans,
Altered Images,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
kango's stein massive,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Black Moon,
New York Dolls,
Whodini,
Black Sheep,
Kerrie Biddell,
Intrusion,
The Remains,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Association,
Joe Finger,
Grey Daturas,
Sex Pistols,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.