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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Flamin' Groovies to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Remains,
EPMD,
Banda Bassotti,
Magazine,
Adolescents,
Boz Scaggs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Sonics,
The Music Machine,
ABC,
Alice Coltrane,
Throbbing Gristle,
Johnny Clarke,
Yusef Lateef,
Harmonia,
Kenny Larkin,
H. Thieme,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bobby Sherman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Thompson Twins,
Pole,
Funky Four + One,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Flesh Eaters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scientists,
Underground Resistance,
X-Ray Spex,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rapeman,
Absolute Body Control,
Dual Sessions,
La Düsseldorf,
Man Eating Sloth,
Peter and Kerry,
Robert Görl,
Ohio Players,
Dead Boys,
Kas Product,
Archie Shepp,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Unrelated Segments,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Beau Brummels,
Warren Ellis,
The Sound,
The Move,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scion,
John Holt,
Slave,
Mad Mike,
Blake Baxter,
Model 500,
Guru Guru,
The Doors,
Marcia Griffiths,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.