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 Peru and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the disco 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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Archie Shepp,
Gang Green,
Byron Stingily,
Rufus Thomas,
Newcleus,
James White and The Blacks,
Freddie Wadling,
The Neon Judgement,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rotary Connection,
Khruangbin,
Harry Pussy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Alice Coltrane,
Jeff Lynne,
The Gun Club,
Sun Ra,
Parry Music,
A Flock of Seagulls,
D'Angelo,
JFA,
Goldenarms,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lindisfarne,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Sonics,
The Moody Blues,
Blossom Toes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Darondo,
Kas Product,
Todd Rundgren,
Gichy Dan,
The Moleskins,
The Electric Prunes,
John Holt,
Amon Düül,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bluetip,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Dirtbombs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Monolake,
Cameo,
the Germs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Royal Trux,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Flamin' Groovies,
John Foxx,
Terrestrial Tones,
Funky Four + One,
Lakeside,
The Gap Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Brick,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.