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 Hungary and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Eden Ahbez to the electroclash 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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Andrew Hill,
Blossom Toes,
Henry Cow,
Black Bananas,
Howard Jones,
Clear Light,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kerri Chandler,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Sonics,
Tom Boy,
Hardrive,
Fatback Band,
Hoover,
The Gories,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gang of Four,
Mark Hollis,
Livin' Joy,
Bobby Sherman,
Thompson Twins,
Peter & Gordon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
John Coltrane,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rosa Yemen,
Traffic Nightmare,
Al Stewart,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Smiths,
Los Fastidios,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Glenn Branca,
Sällskapet,
Sound Behaviour,
Theoretical Girls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Amon Düül,
Wolf Eyes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Evens,
The Durutti Column,
Spoonie Gee,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Hashim,
Porter Ricks,
The Gun Club,
The Smoke,
Pet Shop Boys,
Skaos,
Monks,
Whodini,
This Heat,
Moss Icon,
James White and The Blacks,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.