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 Austria and from London.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Calgary.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pulsallama to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola 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 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Donny Hathaway,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sandy B,
Lightning Bolt,
The Mummies,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
One Last Wish,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Black Dice,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Brick,
Todd Rundgren,
Ultravox,
Blake Baxter,
Bobby Sherman,
Pantytec,
Faraquet,
Bang On A Can,
Sister Nancy,
Stetsasonic,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
MDC,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eric Copeland,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Golliwogs,
Bob Dylan,
The Cure,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
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The Toasters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Stiv Bators,
The Standells,
Scan 7,
Babytalk,
Section 25,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Avey Tare,
Grey Daturas,
Dawn Penn,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Hardrive,
Depeche Mode,
The Offenders,
Ten City,
Hoover,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Josef K,
Sexual Harrassment,
Althea and Donna,
Porter Ricks,
ABC,
Lou Reed,
Gichy Dan,
Lalann,
Joe Finger,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.