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 Armenia and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Stockholm.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Bush Tetras to the rap 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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Scrapy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eddi Front,
Accadde A,
Fluxion,
Arthur Verocai,
Sound Behaviour,
Barbara Tucker,
Maleditus Sound,
One Last Wish,
Michelle Simonal,
Sugar Minott,
Goldenarms,
Shuggie Otis,
Nico,
Wasted Youth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Monks,
Faraquet,
Crash Course in Science,
Barrington Levy,
Bush Tetras,
Byron Stingily,
Susan Cadogan,
Masters at Work,
Gang of Four,
Alice Coltrane,
Oblivians,
Liliput,
Alison Limerick,
Bauhaus,
Sixth Finger,
Outsiders,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Black Moon,
Ultravox,
Aaron Thompson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Swell Maps,
The Blues Magoos,
Rites of Spring,
Gabor Szabo,
Smog,
Thompson Twins,
Barry Ungar,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Laurel Aitken,
Das Ding,
Theoretical Girls,
Agent Orange,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mars,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Birthday Party,
Robert Görl,
The Fuzztones,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.