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 Ireland and from New York.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Model 500 to the grunge 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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx 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 a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Evens,
Glenn Branca,
Sarah Menescal,
The Mojo Men,
Metal Thangz,
Fatback Band,
Sam Rivers,
Archie Shepp,
Tears for Fears,
10cc,
Barrington Levy,
Oblivians,
Ken Boothe,
Warren Ellis,
The Neon Judgement,
OOIOO,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tres Demented,
Wasted Youth,
Hasil Adkins,
New Age Steppers,
Das Ding,
Gil Scott Heron,
Echospace,
The Gun Club,
Henry Cow,
Nirvana,
Prince Buster,
Sight & Sound,
Black Flag,
Skriet,
Wire,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Index,
Todd Terry,
Joey Negro,
Theoretical Girls,
The Angels of Light,
Schoolly D,
Marmalade,
Mars,
the Slits,
Derrick Morgan,
The Beau Brummels,
Whodini,
The Busters,
Minny Pops,
Gang Starr,
Todd Rundgren,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Boredoms,
Piero Umiliani,
Skarface,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Alphaville,
Cymande,
Harmonia,
The Last Poets,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.