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 Honduras and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe 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 Television Personalities to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Maurizio,
The Associates,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Porter Ricks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Searchers,
Kaleidoscope,
Panda Bear,
D'Angelo,
The Leaves,
Bootsy Collins,
Malaria!,
Mantronix,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Birthday Party,
Clear Light,
Little Man,
Moby Grape,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Amon Düül,
Marmalade,
Accadde A,
In Retrospect,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ronnie Foster,
Eurythmics,
Eli Mardock,
Absolute Body Control,
Pierre Henry,
The Raincoats,
Agent Orange,
The Fortunes,
Sam Rivers,
Eric Dolphy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eve St. Jones,
Cal Tjader,
Kool Moe Dee,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joey Negro,
Piero Umiliani,
Yusef Lateef,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Minnie Riperton,
Erykah Badu,
Eden Ahbez,
Pole,
Heaven 17,
The Sonics,
Sandy B,
Newcleus,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scan 7,
Grey Daturas,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pulsallama,
John Cale,
Lou Reed,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.