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 Jamaica and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manchester.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Scientists to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Tommy Roe,
The Monks,
Andrew Hill,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Bar-Kays,
The Moleskins,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Tremeloes,
Procol Harum,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Severed Heads,
Susan Cadogan,
In Retrospect,
Gang of Four,
James White and The Blacks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Leaves,
Freddie Wadling,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Television,
Intrusion,
Delta 5,
Don Cherry,
Aural Exciters,
Leonard Cohen,
Spoonie Gee,
T.S.O.L.,
Loose Ends,
Thompson Twins,
Maleditus Sound,
Animal Collective,
Sparks,
Adolescents,
Laurel Aitken,
Albert Ayler,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Blake Baxter,
Little Man,
Al Stewart,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dennis Brown,
Vladislav Delay,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Velvet Underground,
Bad Manners,
Crooked Eye,
the Swans,
Deakin,
Idris Muhammad,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Man Parrish,
Grey Daturas,
Circle Jerks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wings,
Malaria!,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Peter and Kerry,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pylon,
Avey Tare,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.