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 Egypt and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Index to the rap 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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Charles Mingus,
DJ Sneak,
Livin' Joy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Shoche,
Procol Harum,
Organ,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ornette Coleman,
JFA,
Reuben Wilson,
Half Japanese,
Letta Mbulu,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Easy Going,
The Leaves,
Bronski Beat,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Chrome,
Frankie Knuckles,
Don Cherry,
Country Teasers,
LL Cool J,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marc Almond,
Ultra Naté,
Guru Guru,
Bobby Womack,
The Selecter,
The Fuzztones,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ultravox,
UT,
The Barracudas,
Matthew Halsall,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gregory Isaacs,
Brothers Johnson,
The Angels of Light,
David McCallum,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lyres,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jeff Mills,
Lalann,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The American Breed,
Gong,
Gichy Dan,
Nik Kershaw,
Ituana,
Rapeman,
The Monks,
Connie Case,
Clear Light,
Joyce Sims,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.