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 Bulgaria and from Lagos.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin 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 Marshall Jefferson to the grime 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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Barclay James Harvest,
Motorama,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Barbara Tucker,
Max Romeo,
Depeche Mode,
Altered Images,
Nick Fraelich,
Shoche,
Glenn Branca,
Kurtis Blow,
ABBA,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Don Cherry,
The American Breed,
Todd Rundgren,
The Tremeloes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Trojans,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kayak,
Archie Shepp,
Michelle Simonal,
Blake Baxter,
Sam Rivers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Detroit Cobras,
Roy Ayers,
The Motions,
The Knickerbockers,
Judy Mowatt,
Pere Ubu,
Reagan Youth,
The Stooges,
Dark Day,
The Fuzztones,
The Gladiators,
10cc,
Sex Pistols,
Livin' Joy,
Chris & Cosey,
The Barracudas,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rekid,
Bill Wells,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sparks,
Silicon Teens,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lower 48,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Seeds,
The Standells,
The Smiths,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Wake,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.