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 Morocco and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Hashim,
New York Dolls,
The Mojo Men,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Archie Shepp,
It's A Beautiful Day,
LL Cool J,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dawn Penn,
kango's stein massive,
Oneida,
Glambeats Corp.,
Grauzone,
Radio Birdman,
Soul Sonic Force,
Metal Thangz,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Vladislav Delay,
EPMD,
Leonard Cohen,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Urselle,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gastr Del Sol,
Big Daddy Kane,
OOIOO,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dual Sessions,
Gang Gang Dance,
Electric Prunes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nils Olav,
Whodini,
Sight & Sound,
Brick,
Sister Nancy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nick Fraelich,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
China Crisis,
Barclay James Harvest,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Q and Not U,
ABC,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Robert Wyatt,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ralphi Rosario,
Yaz,
Symarip,
The Busters,
The Standells,
Ronnie Foster,
Depeche Mode,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Erasure,
Model 500,
Guru Guru,
Public Enemy,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.