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 Syria and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Mighty Diamonds to the grime 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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jawbox,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rakim,
Young Marble Giants,
Cheater Slicks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gang Starr,
Wally Richardson,
Jeff Mills,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Young Rascals,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Durutti Column,
Slick Rick,
Little Man,
Audionom,
Bluetip,
Hardrive,
The Martian,
Monolake,
Harpers Bizarre,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Stetsasonic,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pole,
Don Cherry,
10cc,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gang of Four,
June Days,
Electric Prunes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mantronix,
D'Angelo,
Ten City,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Todd Rundgren,
Barrington Levy,
Wasted Youth,
Bizarre Inc.,
EPMD,
Joyce Sims,
Nico,
Josef K,
Pantaleimon,
Steve Hackett,
JFA,
Arcadia,
Kool Moe Dee,
Drive Like Jehu,
Donald Byrd,
Skarface,
The Happenings,
Stiv Bators,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Television Personalities,
Pagans,
The Evens,
Trumans Water,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.