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 Fiji and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Copenhagen.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Cecil Taylor 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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Skriet,
The Pretty Things,
Moby Grape,
Jerry's Kids,
The Fire Engines,
One Last Wish,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Anakelly,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scratch Acid,
Freddie Wadling,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jeff Lynne,
Ralphi Rosario,
Quando Quango,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Absolute Body Control,
Spandau Ballet,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bill Near,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ituana,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Monks,
Jacques Brel,
Delon & Dalcan,
kango's stein massive,
Wings,
Eve St. Jones,
The Toasters,
Model 500,
The Seeds,
the Association,
Connie Case,
Kerri Chandler,
Buzzcocks,
Todd Rundgren,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Alarm Clocks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pantytec,
The Smoke,
The Blackbyrds,
Grandmaster Flash,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The New Christs,
Malaria!,
Ultravox,
Lyres,
Jawbox,
Make Up,
Shuggie Otis,
Amon Düül,
Pet Shop Boys,
David McCallum,
The Martian,
Faust,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.