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 Mauritius and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ 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 The Doobie Brothers to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Avey Tare,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Spoonie Gee,
The Cowsills,
Joensuu 1685,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marvin Gaye,
The Sound,
the Soft Cell,
La Düsseldorf,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
D'Angelo,
The Tremeloes,
Suburban Knight,
The Fugs,
Wire,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Smoke,
Arcadia,
The Velvet Underground,
Nils Olav,
Janne Schatter,
Kerri Chandler,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Slits,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lindisfarne,
The Black Dice,
Lyres,
Roxy Music,
Pantytec,
China Crisis,
UT,
the Fania All-Stars,
MC5,
Reagan Youth,
The Saints,
Depeche Mode,
Aural Exciters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scan 7,
Wolf Eyes,
Black Pus,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Index,
Agent Orange,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sixth Finger,
The Dirtbombs,
Dead Boys,
Pierre Henry,
Freddie Wadling,
Ponytail,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Offenders,
Bobby Hutcherson,
ABBA,
Von Mondo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fluxion,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.