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 Cuba and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Donald Fagen 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 The Cure to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cymande,
Sun Ra,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pole,
Smog,
The Associates,
The Invisible,
10cc,
Sex Pistols,
F. McDonald,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Newcleus,
Heaven 17,
Gang of Four,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Bluetip,
Oblivians,
X-102,
Audionom,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Misunderstood,
Skaos,
Warsaw,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Happenings,
Arcadia,
Roxy Music,
Guru Guru,
Freddie Wadling,
Jeff Mills,
Todd Rundgren,
Lucky Dragons,
JFA,
Ohio Players,
Anakelly,
Ituana,
Livin' Joy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Spoonie Gee,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
X-101,
Angry Samoans,
The Monochrome Set,
Bill Wells,
Franke,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mars,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lou Christie,
Sugar Minott,
One Last Wish,
Pantaleimon,
The Star Department,
Joyce Sims,
Arthur Verocai,
The Index,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.