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 Bulgaria and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 guitar 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 Bootsy Collins to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ultimate Spinach,
Thee Headcoats,
Kerrie Biddell,
One Last Wish,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
This Heat,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Kinks,
The Sonics,
FM Einheit,
John Coltrane,
Scratch Acid,
Average White Band,
The Trojans,
cv313,
the Fania All-Stars,
Janne Schatter,
The Names,
The Black Dice,
The Cowsills,
Hasil Adkins,
The Blues Magoos,
Rosa Yemen,
John Holt,
Deakin,
Rakim,
L. Decosne,
Crooked Eye,
The Beau Brummels,
Juan Atkins,
Ponytail,
the Bar-Kays,
The Music Machine,
The Moleskins,
Suburban Knight,
Skaos,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bobby Byrd,
Barbara Tucker,
JFA,
Pulsallama,
Lou Reed,
Erykah Badu,
Minnie Riperton,
The Stooges,
Sixth Finger,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Organ,
Bobby Sherman,
The Star Department,
Harpers Bizarre,
Alphaville,
The Doors,
Prince Buster,
Nils Olav,
Jandek,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Maurizio,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.