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 Liechtenstein and from Tokyo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Man Parrish to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joe Finger,
The American Breed,
Cabaret Voltaire,
These Immortal Souls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Radio Birdman,
Johnny Clarke,
Dawn Penn,
Monks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scrapy,
Desert Stars,
Delon & Dalcan,
Simply Red,
Silicon Teens,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Letta Mbulu,
Wolf Eyes,
the Sonics,
Alice Coltrane,
Drexciya,
The Fortunes,
Adolescents,
The Skatalites,
Angry Samoans,
Connie Case,
Roger Hodgson,
Soulsonic Force,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Agent Orange,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Durutti Column,
8 Eyed Spy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Grauzone,
Von Mondo,
Swell Maps,
Ice-T,
B.T. Express,
Loose Ends,
Soul II Soul,
The Happenings,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Organ,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Derrick May,
Blossom Toes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Janne Schatter,
Deakin,
Guru Guru,
David Bowie,
Delta 5,
Rotary Connection,
Eden Ahbez,
Gabor Szabo,
The Last Poets,
Bang On A Can,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.