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 Algeria 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator 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 One Last Wish to the crunk 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Quadrant,
Rotary Connection,
The Searchers,
Chrome,
Rufus Thomas,
Andrew Hill,
Monks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Chris Corsano,
Japan,
Sarah Menescal,
Lyres,
Television Personalities,
Schoolly D,
Von Mondo,
Unrelated Segments,
Jesper Dahlback,
Deakin,
Big Daddy Kane,
Black Flag,
Nik Kershaw,
The Divine Comedy,
the Germs,
R.M.O.,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lou Reed,
Eve St. Jones,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ornette Coleman,
Lakeside,
Second Layer,
Isaac Hayes,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Music Machine,
Erykah Badu,
Banda Bassotti,
The Victims,
Idris Muhammad,
Oblivians,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Misunderstood,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Smoke,
Bush Tetras,
Gastr Del Sol,
David McCallum,
The Motions,
Bobby Byrd,
Josef K,
Lou Christie,
Siglo XX,
X-Ray Spex,
Zapp,
Stetsasonic,
Rosa Yemen,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Magma,
Robert Görl,
Sister Nancy,
kango's stein massive,
Surgeon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.