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 Vanuatu and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 theremin 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the techno 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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Funkadelic,
Janne Schatter,
Anthony Braxton,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Brick,
Agitation Free,
June of 44,
Tommy Roe,
the Sonics,
Dark Day,
Alison Limerick,
Interpol,
Iggy Pop,
Zero Boys,
FM Einheit,
Davy DMX,
Erasure,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rakim,
Infiniti,
Yusef Lateef,
The Music Machine,
Cal Tjader,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Dead C,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Young Rascals,
Crash Course in Science,
Sound Behaviour,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Busters,
Althea and Donna,
Patti Smith,
Gil Scott Heron,
Piero Umiliani,
The Dave Clark Five,
The New Christs,
Laurel Aitken,
Pagans,
Nik Kershaw,
Joe Smooth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Accadde A,
MC5,
The Doors,
A Certain Ratio,
Saccharine Trust,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Robert Wyatt,
Lebanon Hanover,
Al Stewart,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Mojo Men,
Radio Birdman,
Radiohead,
Scan 7,
Gabor Szabo,
David McCallum,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.