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 Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar 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 Gichy Dan to the dance 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 Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus 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 chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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 Modern Lovers,
Eddi Front,
CMW,
Sarah Menescal,
Faraquet,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
T.S.O.L.,
Harpers Bizarre,
Khruangbin,
The Residents,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jandek,
Popol Vuh,
Ultimate Spinach,
Derrick May,
The Martian,
Livin' Joy,
James White and The Blacks,
R.M.O.,
The Standells,
Shoche,
Cecil Taylor,
John Lydon,
Todd Terry,
Sexual Harrassment,
Whodini,
The Selecter,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kenny Larkin,
Carl Craig,
Buzzcocks,
Don Cherry,
Scratch Acid,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Durutti Column,
Au Pairs,
Bootsy Collins,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Alice Coltrane,
Juan Atkins,
Sällskapet,
Blossom Toes,
Soft Cell,
Stiv Bators,
Sam Rivers,
Heaven 17,
Sound Behaviour,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pharoah Sanders,
MDC,
Davy DMX,
The Last Poets,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Electric Prunes,
John Holt,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Robert Wyatt,
Half Japanese,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.