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 Bahamas and from New York.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 güiro 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 Loose Ends to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Laurel Aitken,
Hardrive,
The Zeros,
Popol Vuh,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Grauzone,
June of 44,
The Moleskins,
B.T. Express,
Monks,
Peter & Gordon,
Camouflage,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Moody Blues,
In Retrospect,
Erykah Badu,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Steve Hackett,
The Doors,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Yusef Lateef,
Soft Cell,
Harry Pussy,
Lalann,
AZ,
Crash Course in Science,
Joyce Sims,
Todd Terry,
Eddi Front,
Ponytail,
Franke,
The Trojans,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sly & The Family Stone,
David Axelrod,
Second Layer,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Agent Orange,
Rotary Connection,
Soft Machine,
Y Pants,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Association,
Roy Ayers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ituana,
Ralphi Rosario,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Donny Hathaway,
the Germs,
Scott Walker,
Lakeside,
Prince Buster,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Count Five,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Adolescents,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.