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 Singapore and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare 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 Charles Mingus to the jazz 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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
The Move,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Moss Icon,
Matthew Bourne,
Index,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Victims,
Godley & Creme,
Chris & Cosey,
Bad Manners,
Nico,
Harpers Bizarre,
Procol Harum,
Chrome,
Slave,
Hot Snakes,
New Order,
Monolake,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
LL Cool J,
The Fuzztones,
cv313,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
David McCallum,
Andrew Hill,
DNA,
Supertramp,
The Human League,
The Offenders,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ten City,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Leonard Cohen,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lyres,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Golliwogs,
John Foxx,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Associates,
Gichy Dan,
Echospace,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sarah Menescal,
Stereo Dub,
The Litter,
Bootsy Collins,
Robert Hood,
Roxy Music,
Scan 7,
Radio Birdman,
Animal Collective,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pantaleimon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Warsaw,
Jesper Dahlback,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bang On A Can,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.