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 France and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb 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 The Selecter to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sun City Girls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Cramps,
The Slackers,
Robert Wyatt,
T. Rex,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nation of Ulysses,
This Heat,
The Fugs,
Schoolly D,
Stereo Dub,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Neon Judgement,
Crime,
Chris & Cosey,
Marine Girls,
Parry Music,
Stockholm Monsters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Depeche Mode,
Michelle Simonal,
Freddie Wadling,
Dawn Penn,
Faust,
The Gories,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Remains,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ten City,
Ronnie Foster,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Audionom,
Joey Negro,
Unrelated Segments,
Outsiders,
Rufus Thomas,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joensuu 1685,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kas Product,
Clear Light,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sister Nancy,
Fat Boys,
Sun Ra,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Swans,
Arcadia,
Quando Quango,
Drive Like Jehu,
kango's stein massive,
R.M.O.,
Sparks,
Metal Thangz,
Barrington Levy,
Minnie Riperton,
Boredoms,
Ralphi Rosario,
Skaos,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.