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 Ukraine and from London.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Archie Shepp to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet 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 marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Banda Bassotti,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Peter & Gordon,
Danielle Patucci,
Country Joe & The Fish,
LL Cool J,
Eric Copeland,
Half Japanese,
Prince Buster,
Can,
Cybotron,
Ludus,
Iggy Pop,
Pantytec,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Index,
Robert Wyatt,
The Residents,
Zero Boys,
Inner City,
Amon Düül,
T.S.O.L.,
These Immortal Souls,
Todd Rundgren,
Kevin Saunderson,
Unwound,
The Slackers,
The Fall,
Vladislav Delay,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dark Day,
Infiniti,
Camouflage,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Roger Hodgson,
Blossom Toes,
Lou Christie,
Jeff Lynne,
Pole,
Pylon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Metal Thangz,
Scrapy,
Rotary Connection,
Henry Cow,
Mad Mike,
Sonic Youth,
Excepter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Clear Light,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Donny Hathaway,
Minor Threat,
The Kinks,
Tres Demented,
John Holt,
Ronan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.