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 Gambia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Hong Kong.
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 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 Eric Dolphy to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
ABC,
The Flesh Eaters,
LL Cool J,
Ituana,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Wake,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Grass Roots,
R.M.O.,
Franke,
The Moleskins,
Ossler,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Angry Samoans,
Rufus Thomas,
Marmalade,
Lee Hazlewood,
Accadde A,
Mr. Review,
The Blues Magoos,
Trumans Water,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Intrusion,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
a-ha,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Slits,
The Litter,
Bluetip,
Roxette,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Detroit Cobras,
Leonard Cohen,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Connie Case,
Inner City,
The Golliwogs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kurtis Blow,
Grauzone,
Hardrive,
Q and Not U,
Arab on Radar,
Jerry's Kids,
PIL,
Lightning Bolt,
Eurythmics,
Funkadelic,
Aswad,
Gichy Dan,
Siglo XX,
The Shadows of Knight,
Liliput,
Robert Görl,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Althea and Donna,
John Coltrane,
Hashim,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.