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 Benin and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 guitar 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
One Last Wish,
Dorothy Ashby,
Duran Duran,
Lou Christie,
Matthew Halsall,
Bill Wells,
Laurel Aitken,
Quantec,
Janne Schatter,
Robert Hood,
The Trojans,
Ronan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
MDC,
Joe Smooth,
A Certain Ratio,
World's Most,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eddi Front,
48th St. Collective,
The Evens,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Move,
Bobbi Humphrey,
D'Angelo,
Lindisfarne,
Nas,
Chris & Cosey,
Negative Approach,
Traffic Nightmare,
Slick Rick,
Mr. Review,
Sandy B,
Bobby Byrd,
Robert Wyatt,
Maurizio,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cheater Slicks,
Aswad,
Camberwell Now,
Agent Orange,
Sixth Finger,
ABC,
The Offenders,
Derrick Morgan,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Fire Engines,
a-ha,
LL Cool J,
Q65,
Marcia Griffiths,
AZ,
Jeff Lynne,
Carl Craig,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kayak,
Surgeon,
Loose Ends,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.