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 Libya and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Robert Palmer 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 Toni Rubio to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gories. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Chris Corsano,
Young Marble Giants,
Tears for Fears,
Heaven 17,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nation of Ulysses,
Easy Going,
The Fuzztones,
Isaac Hayes,
Magazine,
Reagan Youth,
Pharoah Sanders,
Carl Craig,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lalo Schifrin,
Hot Snakes,
Newcleus,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ronan,
Matthew Halsall,
Kenny Larkin,
LL Cool J,
Lightning Bolt,
Dorothy Ashby,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marcia Griffiths,
Theoretical Girls,
10cc,
Franke,
Wally Richardson,
Brick,
Fad Gadget,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fela Kuti,
Siglo XX,
Yusef Lateef,
Cal Tjader,
Stereo Dub,
Erasure,
The Modern Lovers,
Subhumans,
Ice-T,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
X-101,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gil Scott Heron,
Whodini,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Standells,
Gichy Dan,
Mandrill,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pierre Henry,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Spoonie Gee,
T. Rex,
Deakin,
Dead Boys,
Drive Like Jehu,
Soulsonic Force,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.