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 Mozambique and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Curtis Mayfield to the jazz 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 Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
DJ Style,
Chrome,
Lightning Bolt,
Essential Logic,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Fania All-Stars,
Guru Guru,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cluster,
Piero Umiliani,
Mary Jane Girls,
Davy DMX,
Neu!,
Jerry's Kids,
Johnny Clarke,
Cheater Slicks,
The Fall,
Lower 48,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Skaos,
Rufus Thomas,
Roxy Music,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ituana,
K-Klass,
Eddi Front,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Barbara Tucker,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eve St. Jones,
Albert Ayler,
The Dirtbombs,
Colin Newman,
Throbbing Gristle,
Chris Corsano,
Underground Resistance,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Black Flag,
Flash Fearless,
Tres Demented,
David McCallum,
Angry Samoans,
Gerry Rafferty,
Crooked Eye,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bobby Sherman,
The Blackbyrds,
The Seeds,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dead Boys,
Lou Christie,
Country Teasers,
Donny Hathaway,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Electric Prunes,
Dennis Brown,
Sparks,
Whodini,
Tubeway Army,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.